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「 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. 」
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Dark mob!Nick Fowler x Married Naive!Male Reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: +18, Angst, Fluff, Smut (DUB-CON?), murder, unprotected sex, obsessed Nick, depression, suicide attempt, kidnapping, blood & knife play, twisted sex, creampie, slapping, choking, major character death, breeding, praising, bondage (?), use of pet names (Darling & baby), orgasm control, mature/dark themes.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.6k+
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Nick's goal was to execute the best target in order to claim himself as one of the most powerful mob bosses in the world. He happens to run into his target’s husband. Nick will do everything in his power to take what’s his and only his.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is a DARK fic. Please DO NOT read if any of these warnings trigger you. I am not responsible for what you read online. This is my first time writing for Nick so, reblogs and comments are appreciated as they help my blog grow <3
₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐓
THE hardwood table in the Centre of the dark, contemporary office space was slammed with the sound of a fist with white-knuckled anger. The one and only was the owner of that angered red fist.
Nick Fowler — also known as the nation's most brutal mafia leader out there — was discussing with his men how Luciano De Garcia, a well-known threat, would be able to topple the six-foot insane man from his earned throne. He couldn’t sit back and let that happen.
“Fuck, this piece of shit has to go!” A picture of the man with the flawlessly sculpted face came on the large black television as Nick seethed between his teeth. The other men in his office all nodded in agreement. Of course, they would have to agree with their boss.
What other choice did they have?
Luciano has been going at it for a while now. All of his plans to become the most powerful mob boss were actually working — and not to mention — but it made Nick seem like a weak leader.
Selling drugs, Luciano traveled every nation, earning more money than anyone could have imagined. Nick wasn't overly concerned at first, but as he observed the growth of the "army" Luciano was building, he realized the matter required serious consideration.
After a moment of nothing but silence, Aaron — Nick’s best friend, but also right-hand man — decided to speak up. “We can send one of our assassins to find and kill that son of a bitch.” Aaron’s brows furrowed when Nick got up harshly from his black office chair.
“No, I want to kill him myself.”
Nick has seen Luciano progressively overtake his reign, and all he wants to do is track him down and watch as he grovels at his feet. Something in the blue-eyed man turned as he took pleasure in hearing his greatest enemy beg for his life — Something sinister.
“Are you sure-” Aaron was cut off by his deceiving best friend who was now at the door, ready to leave the room. “I said what I said. Find him and keep an eye on him.” Nick glanced at the men in suits.
Aaron was aware of his best friend's condition. He never sought guidance and insisted on handling tasks alone. He would naturally desire to complete this task alone given the fact that someone may potentially take away his power. Aaron's lips automatically closed.
“Yes, boss.” One of the men spoke up. He pursed his pink lips and left the room in a hurry — not looking back. His tall figure entered his mat black SUV as he left the expensive tall building. “I’m fucking coming for you, Luciano,” Nick muttered as he took off the curb.
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
Soft laughter bloomed through the cafe.
You were currently talking to your co-worker about the wonderful day you and your husband — Luciano De Garcia — had yesterday. The cafe held warm colors with the soft, calming voices of others.
It would be an understatement if you said you weren’t proud of where you are today. A loving husband, a self-owned successful cafe that made thousands come and go. The thoughts that were going through your head caused you to flutter a small smile onto your lips.
You’re happy.
Above the entrance, the beautiful, golden bells' ringing drew you back to the present. When you saw your husband walking in an all-black suit, your tiny smile grew into a gigantic one. The man who is presently in front of you caused your bottom lip to fall between your teeth. His brown stormy eyes were glued shut to your small figure.
You took in the sight of the man who took the title to be your beloved husband. His sharp jaw lightly clenching — like it always does, his dark, curly brown hair freshly groomed and in all the best possible ways. There was always that one curl in front of his forehead.
If possible, you could ramble for hours or perhaps days about how much you love your husband. You two gave one other a soft kiss in the cafe as Luciano's full lips came together with yours.
Your (e/c) eyes closed from the admiring touch. After a few moments of kissing, Luciano retreated back and gave you the pearly white smile that he would always deliver towards you. “Hi, baby. Just wanted to make sure we’re still on for our date?” He questioned.
Nodding your head, you gave your six-foot husband the most innocent smile you could ever. A smirk grew onto the man’s face as he observed every part of your face. He loves you so much.
As Luciano was about to lean in for another kiss, his black watch that was planted on his tattooed-covered wrist started to buzz. He furrowed his eyebrows, but then let out an exhausted sigh from seeing the message that made its appearance known on it.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I have to go. I love you.” His tall figure looked down at you. “I love you too!” Your tone grew sheepishly by the second. Your eyes widen when you feel a rough — but also gentle — smack on your ass caused by your smirking husband.
Leaving you all flustered, he slowly backed away from you before turning towards the antic-like door. He put his phone towards his ear and begin to speak in his hushed tone as he entered his black car.
✦ 10 min time skip ✦
Nick stepped out of his SUV — currently, in front of the cafe that was covered in nothing, but warm colors. Aaron had made a call to his best friend, notifying him where Luciano was last seen.
Taking a deep breath in and out, he prepared himself to see Luciano De Garcia in the cafe, but as he stalked in, he was greeted with the smell of coffee and other civilians — in which who were not Luciano. As he looked over once again, his eyes landed on something.
More like someone...
His dark blue eyes dilated from the sight of seeing the most beautiful boy he has ever seen. His broad chest tightened as his fingers went numb from the sensation the mafia boss has never felt before. He licked his parched lips as they became dry.
He slowly marched his way broad figure towards you. When he finally made it in front of you, you gave the tall man a small smile before talking. “Hi! What can I get for you this fine day?” Your sweet smile caused butterflies to start bursting in Nick's stomach. He was so out of it that he had forgotten why he had come here in the first place.
‘Stay focused, Nick.’ The blue-eyed man thought to himself, but how could one stay focused when they have such an angel standing right in front of them? Nick couldn’t help himself but want to know more about your precious innocent soul that needed to belong to him.
Soon as his dark, caged-away heart stood near your presence, he wanted — scratch that — needed to corrupt you your innocence. Your brows furrow as that man in front of you hasn’t talked in a while which made you feel a little nervous from his hard black stare.
“Sir?” The voice that could keep Nick awake all night rang in his ears. Since he first saw you stand in that beautiful aura of yours, he realized he had been silent throughout the entire time.
He cleared his dry throat before speaking. “Can I get a coffee?” Your whole body tingled, and your spine shivered at the sound of his rich, deep voice. You offered him a little smile and a nod before preparing his coffee and handing it to the man who is observing you.
Nick pulled out his black card from his wallet before paying. “Thank you, darling.” Nick winked at you and made his way to the exit not before taking in your figure slowly once again. One thing he told himself was that you were going to be his. Whether you like it or not.
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
Nick’s thick fingers held his gun tightly.
He now knew that you were his enemy's so-called husband. Would that make him stop desiring you more than anything? Hell no. He made a promise to himself that he would get you to be his under no circumstances as soon as his dark eyes landed on you.
Nick’s team had gathered info on where Luciano lived and when he would be in his most vulnerable state. No surprise, his most vulnerable state is being with you, in bed, cuddled asleep. Although Nick’s main focus is Luciano, he can’t help, but want to get you.
Then an idea sparked in his brain.
“Change of plans. Get Luciano’s husband also and bring him in the car with no wounds. If he ends up being hurt, it’s your heads on the plate. Understood?” Nick seethed out to them.
The others nodded at his obnoxious best friend as Aaron sighed and did the same. Every single man quickly entered the home while making a lot of noise, then moved up to the bedroom where you and Luciano were sleeping. Both of you were startled by the sound of the guns clicking. Your body trembled in terror as though a clown had suddenly appeared in front of you. “Luciano?” Your voice was trembling as you questioned your husband, who had a revolver in his right hand and strained brows. He flashed you a quick smile to reassure you.
“Stay here, baby.” You nodded and watched as he walked out of the bedroom into the dark dimmed hallway. Then boom. The sound of your husband grunting, and coughing made you stand up on your two feet. “Luciano?” You whispered as the planks below you creaked.
As you turned the corner of the hallway, retreating yourself towards the opening doorway of the kitchen, you heard a gun click behind you. Chills grew on your body as you slowly turned around.
Body freezing as if it had been dropped into a bucket of icy water. The figure in all-black clothing was standing directly in front of you. He clutched a bag in his hand. Before you could say a single word, the sack enveloped your face and blackness engulfed your view. The air being sucked out of your body drowned out your screams.
You soon felt a needle poke into your skin. Your eyes widen from the loss of feeling in your muscles. Numbness took over your body — which made you not be able to fight back. “L-Luciano..” A sigh escaped your lips as you passed out. Darkness was all you saw.
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
You’ve woken up from a deep slumber.
Your (e/c) eyes opened and took in the dim room that you were currently in. Swallowing a growing lump down your throat, you looked around the room which barely had any furniture inside.
As you took in the room, you noticed a figure was tied down to a wooden chair. That figure being your husband — Luciano. Panic consumed your veins as you tried to reach out for him, just for you to feel your hands being tied together. “Luciano!” A yell escaped your lips as you tried to wake your knocked-out husband. His head slowly began to rise from your voice. He looked towards you, and worry took over his face. “Baby, are you okay?” He asked as if he wasn’t tied down and beaten up badly.
His hair was unkempt as if he had just been in a cat fight, and his face was covered in bruises. The bags beneath his eyes indicated that he had not slept a single night in his growing life. As you were about to speak, the sound of a door creaking open caught your attention.
The sight of three men — all dressed in luxurious matt black suits — stalked into the room you were being held captive in. One of them looked oddly familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Luciano’s eyes go wide. “Don’t look so surprised, Mr. Garcia.” That voice... it sounded so familiar. “Nick,” Luciano seethed. “Let my husband and I go!” Shock consumed you from hearing the name. The same man who was kind to you at your job, fucking kidnapped you. ‘What the hell?’
“Afraid I can’t do that... See, you’re a huge threat to me. I can’t have you around if you keep up this little game you’re playing, but (y/n)?” He looked towards you and something in them changed. Love. “I want you to be mine.” The way he spoke his words sounded like an order. He took slow steps towards you and rubbed his thumb gently across your cheek.
Your body shook under his cold touch.
And with that, Nick reached to his waist and pulled out a gun from his belt. Fear struck you like lightning and when you looked toward Luciano, he accepted what was about to happen — death.
He turned his head to you and gave you a small smile before saying his breathless words. “I love you, baby. Always remember that, okay?” Tears stung your eyes as Luciano looked Nick in his blue stormy eyes and muttered his last words. “Well played, Nick..”
Then boom.
Your husband's head was shot through by a bullet. The roaring blast from the weapon Nick was holding made your ears ring and felt as though they were going to fall off. With no sign of regret or emotion, Nick stared at his men as if he had not just killed the love of your life. “Take care of this mess.” He ordered and they all nodded.
He walked slowly towards you and your body shivered with fear as tears covered your cheeks. “Shhh, don’t be afraid, darling. I’m here now.” Nick whispered to you with a small smile plastered on his lips as he gently put a needle into your neck. “You’re mine now...”
“Nick... please,” Your words came out in a quiet tone as you were drugged once again. You tried to fight the sleep off — worried about what would happen while you were in a deep slumber. But at last, your mind wandered off as blackness took over your lost vision.
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
It has been four long days since your stay.
Ever since you were drugged, Nick has kept you in his mansion that is worth more than millions. He claimed it was to keep you “safe”, but you were just a prisoner. A prisoner without an escape.
You let out an exhausted sigh as you had to get over the fact you were never leaving the cold-hearted Nick Fowler. Grabbing the towel that hung on the bar, you made your way to the bathroom that shared its spot in the bedroom, to take a warm bath to cool you off.
You removed your clothing and slowly sank down into the warm water of the expensive tub when it filled with water. Your thoughts began to wander to memories of your deceased husband, which caused tears to well up in your eyes. As your head descended into the deep, clear water, your unthinking mind did not think anything.
‘Maybe it’ll be better if I’m just dead.’
Your head continued to be submerged as the shade of black gradually appeared in the corner of your eyes. You were hoping to see Luciano in the afterlife. Your mother and father didn't love you when you were a child. They avoided you as if you were only a distant memory. That is, up until you met Luciano, your true love. He was by your side in both your happiest and your saddest moments. And now? And now he's gone...
As your body started to become weak, your thoughts brought you to a memory of Luciano telling you he is always there for you. Telling you to never give up under no circumstances. ‘I’m making a mistake.’ Your head reached the top of the water as you let out heavy breaths that were needed to take.
You took deep breaths — trying to calm yourself down. You got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around your body. As you make your way into the bedroom once again, you hear the door open.
Nick fucking Fowler...
Your eyes lingered on every single step he took towards you. He let a smirk fall onto his lips from seeing your appearance. His finger went under your jaw as he made you look up at him with his blue eyes. “Don’t look at me like you hate me, darling.” He murmured.
The blank stare of hatred never left your expression as he smiled down at you. How could someone be so heartless and kill someone, then pretend it never happened? “Darling, I want you.” Confusion took over your face. “You already have me, isn’t that what you wanted?” You scoffed. A chuckle escaped his lips from your words.
“Not like that, darling... I want you.” He rasped out. Your eyes widen from knowing what he was talking about. You only had sex with one man — who is now dead no thanks to the man standing right in front of you. “N-Nick.. no.” You stuttered over your loss of words.
“I’m not taking no for an answer,” he stated like it was obvious. “No means no, Nick. Please.” You begged him as his hands started to slowly roam around your waist and then your whole body.
His dark eyes traveled your whole figure as if it was like the most precious thing in this dark, forsaken world. Which it was in his eyes. You held back the look of disgust as his broad, strong arms began to pick you up and lay you gently on the silk sheet-covered bed.
“You’re so fucking beautiful...” Nick whispered as he leaned down and laid gentle small kisses on your neck. He could tell you were tense by the way your collarbone was bulging. “Lay down and relax, darling. Let me take care of you.” His kisses were leaving marks on your bare body. You tried to hold back an angelic moan, but the pleasure of the kisses Nick was causing made you feel something euphoric form in your stomach — Butterflies even.
He cupped your foot in his hand as he kissed your ankle, making his way up to your thighs. His eyes held hunger as he slowly removed the towel from your body. “Fuck...” Nick breathed out.
His lustful eyes roamed around your aroused cock, and he took in every beauty mark that was placed perfectly on your body. “Nick.” You merely whispered. Nick’s gaze flew to your face and a slight smirk made its way to his face. “What is it, darling? I can’t hear you...” He rasped with his hot breath as his hands guided themselves to your throbbing cock. “Please...” You whimpered as you felt his thick thumb trace the tip of your cock smoothly. “Please what?” You took a moment before responding. “Please touch me.”
Nick felt his cock twitch from your words. He stroked your cock in slow motions. Your eyes closed from the pleasure that coursed through your veins. You knew this was wrong. But you couldn’t help yourself. Nick wrapped his warm, pink lips around your cock.
A loud moan escaped your lips as your breathing went heavy. Chest rising up and down, your hands brushed through Nick’s soft hair to add more stimulation. His lips worked their magic as you felt yourself about to release. “Nick... I’m gonna cum!” You call out, but he pulls your throbbing cock out of his mouth. A whine escapes your lips from needing him to finish.
Nick smiled at the idea that came to his mind as he picked up the pocket knife that was occupied in his pants. He let his pants and briefs fall to the floor as he gave his cock long strokes.
Your eyes widen from the size of his cock — you never knew how big he could be. His eyes never left yours as he slowly guided himself into your tight hole. Tears prickle in your eyes from the overwhelming pain, but pleasure at the same time. His hands brought your wrist above your head as he held them tight in his palms. “Look at me, darling. Look at how I destroy you...” He kissed your shoulder.
His raspy voice sent chills down your spine as your eyes opened to look at him. Seeing him holding a knife sent a wave of panic in your body, but Nick held the cold metal against your chest. “Nick? W-What are you doing?” You trembled, but the mad man in front of you only smirked at his wicked idea that formed in his brain.
“Just relax,” Nick ordered you. “The pleasure will take over the pain and you won’t feel a thing.” He tried reassuring you. Just then, his slow thrusts began to increase as his other hand wrapped around your throat. Your vision became hazy as Nick penetrated your hole.
Sweat glimmered on your forehead as your back arched; your nails cut deep into Nick’s strong back — most likely drawing blood. A growl escaped his plump lips as he dragged the shiny metal against your chest gently. The cut was not deep enough to cause damage, but deep enough for blood to leak out. A moan escaped Nick’s lips from your touch.
“You look so pretty like this. So pretty being marked up by me, darling.” Nick cooed as the sound and feeling of skin slapping against skin caused his lustful blue eyes to fall to the back of his head.
You took your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back a pleasurable moan but felt a gentle slap against your face. “Don’t be so fucking quiet. Moan for me.” Nick increased his speed to make a moan escape your bloodied lip — which it did. “I wanna cum, Nick!”
You begged and begged the man.
“Cum with me, darling.” Nick let his compressed moan leave his lips as his cock released his orgasm deep inside of you. His cum covers your walls like a blank canvas being painted. Your orgasm soon rushes in and your cum shoots all over your abdomen. Body faltering from the euphoric feeling, your knees gave out as a result.
Before cleaning you up with a black towel from the bathroom, Nick quickly pulled out and kissed your lips. You are then left lying down close to him. Despite the fact that your body is turned around, you are being held by his powerful arms. The same sorrow and guilt you felt for your deceased husband quickly surfaced again.
Having sex with Nick was quite amazing... Hell, who were you trying to fool? Having sex with Nick was the best thing you’ve ever experienced in your sex life. But your mind drifted to Luciano, your dead husband. How could you let this happen? Having sex with the man who killed the love of your life will never happen again.
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
Week after week has gone by.
Except when he had a conference to attend, Nick has been the focus of every second, minute, and day. You were never out of his sight. You had to escape from the psychopath. But how? Up until now, you have had no idea how to get away. You had the perfect plan that may work.
Fake Stockholm syndrome.
When the time comes, you’ll finally kill him and get your sweet, deserved revenge for your deceased husband. As you’re making a sandwich in the kitchen, you heard heavy footsteps that you knew who they belonged to coming behind you. Nick wrapped his broad arms around your waist and placed a small kiss on your lips.
As you kissed him back — which made your stomach fill with disgust — his eyes widen from your reaction. He was not expecting you to kiss him back after everything. But boy did he love the feeling of you finally accepting his love for you as he made the kiss deeper.
The taste of innocence.
He finally pulls away from the kiss. Leaving your lungs to catch a breath. “I’m going to take a nap and I want you to join me, darling.” He urged you. You put on a fake smile and looked up at him.
As that smile spread across your face, his blue eyes scanned it. Fucking hell, you did unspeakable things to him without you even knowing. He took hold of your hand and spun around, but you reached for a little knife on the counter before he could drag you along with him. Nick, who was now shirtless and appeared to be lost in his own world, was resting next to you in bed.
‘Now’s the time.’ You told yourself. You took a small breath before speaking. “Nick?” Your soft innocent voice caught Nick’s attention as he turned towards you with a smile planted on his perfectly sculpted face. “Yes, darling?” The man was so focused on your face that he didn’t even notice you taking the knife in your grasp.
Then that smile faded.
Nick felt a sharp pain cut through the thick skin of his abdomen. His eyes widen seeing the blood leave his body like water. He connected his eyes with yours as he looked at you with a hurt/betrayed expression. “D-Darling? Why?” His words came out as whispers.
“Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it, Nick?” You scolded as you felt his body go limp and his eyes began to slowly shut. Just then, the door slams open, and what — more like who — you saw sent a wave of panic to your veins. Nick’s best friend... his right-hand fucking man.
His eyes searched the hallway before he quickly entered the room. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here to help you escape.” Shock took over you, but more of confusion. “Why?” “Because... Nick was holding you against your will. I’ve known him since childhood, and I know what he’s like. He needed to be dealt with.” Aaron confessed to you. “Now come on.”
Your bloody hand let go of the knife as Aaron guided you towards the window. “It was nice knowing you, (y/n), but you’re finally free.” Aaron smiled at you and copied his action. “Thank you so much, Aaron.” You engulfed him in a hug before looking down the window and jumping out. Your hands made contact with the neat grass.
You ran out of the gate that was covered with gold detail, making your way on the road away from the house. Never looking back once at the house that once belonged to the now deceased Nick Fowler, you could finally breathe again... live again. You were finally free.
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
Three complete years later.
You walk into the bookstore and were greeted by the smell of iced coffee and warm bagels. A small smile made its way on your face after waving to the cashier you would always see.
“There you are.” You spoke to yourself after finding the book you were on a journey for. Carrying the book with you to the cashier, you laid it gently on the counter as he begin to scan it. He announced the price to you and as you were about to pay, you heard a voice.
A voice you thought you would never hear again. A voice that belonged to the man you killed cold-bloodedly. “I’ll pay for that, darling.” You swallowed a lump in your throat, praying you were imagining it. Slowly turning around, you were met with Nick Fowler.
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Hi, it's me 😭Here with a mood board request. Can I request Mafia!Nick Fowler x Innocent!MR ? Thank youu 💓
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The low bun, suit and attitude give off a mob boss vibe.
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Y/N struggled against his bonds as he looked up at the men watching him intensely. One was smirking and the other one was frowning. "You know I've seen where this kind of stuff heads in fanfiction and porn. The victim gets all hot and horny with the two villain-daddy type bad guys. Oh, the cliché."
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Best bridesmaid ever
Summary: You always dreamed of letting your dirtiest fantasies become reality. Your bridesmaid makes it happen.
Pairing: fem!Reader x Nick Fowler, Ari Levinson, Lloyd Hansen, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers
Warnings: consensual non-con/dub-con, 18+ only, fake attack, implied kidnapping, gangbang, multiple partners, taking turns, unprotected sex, smut, doggy style, pussy slapping, creampie, oral male rec, titty fuck, cum play, anal sex, voyeurism, mentions of sex tape, mentions of callboys/prostitution, masturbation, lies, dark!fic, plot twist, open ending
Words: 4,1 k
Please read the warnings before reading the story. The story contains triggering content.
The room is crowded with your best friends. Your bachelorette party is in full swing. Still, you’re not in a cheery mood. This should be one of your best days, but it isn’t.
You put on a fake smile and try to not ruin the night for your friends too.
“Naughty, naughty,” you giggle as you unpack your best friend’s gift. She gifted you a bunny vibrator. “I will marry to have a dick around, you know.”
“A boring dick fucking you all vanilla,” she winks at you. “This is for emergencies.”
You sigh, deeply. Penelope isn’t wrong. You can’t deny that you are bored most of the time you have sex with your fiancé. He doesn’t put much effort into satisfying your needs but is a nice guy.
“You need a good fuck before you marry that boring loser,” she smirks darkly, making the others chuckle. You roll your eyes at her comment. Yes, your fiancé is boring and all vanilla, but you love him.
“That is enough,” you get up and glare at Penelope. “I know you are jealous of my relationship but that’s no reason to talk like that about him. Especially not at my bachelorette party.”
“Bitch,” she gets up to push you toward the couch. “I should take my gift and leave.” You frown deeply. Pennie never talked like that to you before.
“Maybe it’s time to teach her some manners.” You gasp as five masked men storm into the living room. They get guns out and aim them at your friends. “Come over here, little bride.” One of them aims his gun at you. “Right. Fucking. Now.”
You whimper but slowly move toward the man. He smirks and grabs your arm to drag you out of the room. “Guys, we got the honey pot. Let’s start the party!”
More men stream into the room. They pounce on your friends, but four of them follow the one dragging you with him out of the room.
“Party time,” the man purrs in your ear. He tugs his gun away and rips your dress open. “Look at this, my friends.”
“Who are you?” You try to wiggle in his grip and slap against his shoulders. ”Get off me, bastard!”
You hear your friends; they scream and holler as the man guides you toward the bedroom at the house you rented for your bachelorette party.
“Oh, sunshine,” the man purrs and dips his head as you try to find a way to escape and save your friends. “We will get inside of you, all of us. You are fair game for our cocks.”
This must be a nightmare. The men slam the door shut, locking it as you tremble under their gazes.
“I want her cunt first,” the man throws your ruined dress over his shoulder. He smirks and cups his crotch when you try to cover yourself. “You can take the lingerie off on your own, or I’ll rip it down your ass.”
Your eyes round when the men unbuckle their belts in sync. You sniffle and shake your head.
“Last warning, sunshine,” the first guy taunts, and steps toward you to grasp for your bra and rip it open. “You’ll see, if you follow orders tonight, you’ll not get hurt. Now, panties off.”
You shake your head, and he sighs deeply.
“Fine, turn around then,” he grabs your neck, holding your throat in a tight grip. You slap him and try to scratch him, but you end up on the bed, face first. “Fuck me, that’s a naughty whore.”
The man grips your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a better look at your crotchless panties. “I guess she’ll get fucked with her panties on, guys.”
“Hurry the fuck up, Hansen,” one of the other guys finally speaks. “I got a raging hard-on and don’t want to go for the bridesmaids. I want to ruin the bride.”
“Please…don’t,” you choked out a whimper when Hansen moves his hands over your ass. His hand slip between your legs to part your pussy lips. He hums as your slick covers his fingers. “I’m going to marry.”
“I don’t give a shit,” Hansen slaps your pussy, once, twice, three times. “You will stay like this and wait for my cock to fill this needy hole. And after I’m done with your hole, my friends will have a go too.”
All you can do is bite the cushion and close your eyes. If this is a bad dream, you will wake soon and go back to your life.
“Shit, look at that perfect pussy,” one of the other men says. He slaps your ass, making it sting as it feels like it’s made of metal. “Thank me when I compliment you.”
“Barnes, relax,” a third guy grunts. “She will take your dick soon enough. I want to know if Hansen is all talk or if he can fuck like a stallion.”
“You hear the other three men step closer to the bed. They unzip their pants, and you sniffle again hearing the guy named Hansen unzip his pants too. His cock slaps against your pussy lips seconds later, making your body go stiff.
“Get away from me,” you scream and try to crawl away, but Hansen grabs your legs and drags you toward the edge of the bed. He grasps for your arms, holding them behind your back.
“Give me the handcuffs,” Hansen grunts. “I gotta tame that beast of a mare. She’ll feel me in her bones for days and maybe her ass too.”
He restraints your wrists behind your back, smirking as you sniffle silently.
“Relax that cunt,” he purrs and runs his erection up and down your slit. “It’s a nice little cunt, and I’d hate ruining it.”
“Please don’t hurt me,” you plea. “I’ll do anything you want to.”
He teases your entrance with the wide head, smirking as you try to wiggle away. Hansen slams home in one go, showing no mercy. You are soaked, and it helps to take his huge cock.
“Aw, there we go, sunshine. Can you feel your tight little cunt pulsing around my cock?” He grabs your restrained hands, and slowly starts rocking his hips.
The other men groan hearing tiny whimpers leave your lips. You hear one of them shuffle behind you. He steps next to Hansen to watch him ruin your cunt.
Hansen roughly fucks into you; he groans and drops his hands to slap your ass with both hands. His arms suddenly wrap around your body to bring you upright. He cups your tits, squeezing the plush flesh painfully hard.
You wiggle again and try to buck him off, but it’s no use. He ruts into you and taunts you with love confession. “I’m gonna marry this cunt, guys. It’s official, I’m in love.”
“Get off me,” you choke out a moan. He’s a bastard, but damn him, his cock hits that spot making you keen with deadly accuracy.
“No can do, sunshine,” he purrs and wraps one hand around your throat. You are helpless in his arms and can only watch one of the other men crawl onto the bed. He winks at you before kneeling on the bed to give your exposed cunt a few kitten licks.
“How does she taste, Rogers,” the man slapping your ass earlier asks. “I bet she tastes like a whore. Our whore.”
“Shut up, Barnes,” the man licking your cunt grunts. He kneels in front of you to grope your tit. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you too, doll. Maybe missionary so you must watch me claim your body.”
“Mirror,” Hansen grunts. His thrusts become sloppy and you only hope he won’t cum inside of you. “Now!”
Two more men come into your vision. They rip the curtains hanging opposite the bed down, revealing an oversized wall mirror.
“Watch yourself get ruined, sunshine,” Hansen tightens his hold on your throat. He pushes into you, always hitting your G-spot now. You don’t recognize the woman in the mirror.
She looks like a whore getting railed by the masked man. Drool runs down your chin, and your eyes are glassy. “Fuck…no…nggh…” You try to hold the tidal wave back. The last thing you want is to gush all over the bastard’s cock.
“That’s you, sunshine,” he tilts your head to kiss you roughly. The mask scratches your face, but the worst is, that you tighten around his length, milking him dry. You sniffle, and whimper feeling his seed fill your abused cunt. “One done, Y/N. Four more to go. And after we all had our fill, we will start all over again.”
He laughs at your shocked face and pushes you off him. You land on the bed with a loud thud, fearing you won’t survive the night.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” the man named Rogers grabs you by your neck and forces you to kneel on the bed. “I want to fuck those tits first.”
“Kneel on the ground for your new husband,” Hansen grabs your arm and pushes you to the ground. You struggle to kneel with your hands still bound behind your back. “Good little cockslut.”
“Perfect,” Rogers smirks as you try to slowly move away from him. “None of this now.” He walks around you to slap his hands between your legs. He scoops a large amount of Hansen’s cum, humming as you whimper at the slightest touch.
Rogers hurriedly faces you again to smear the cum all over your tits. He hums a melody while playing with your nipples. “Rogers loves a good titty fuck,” Hansen kneels behind you to slap your ass. “Be good, and he will shoot his load before your tits are sore.”
“I—” You shake your head but have no choice but to let the man named Rogers roughly grip your chin. He smears Hansen’s cum all over your lips before greedily kissing you.
“Let me fuck those tits, doll,” he purrs and pushes his cock between your tits. He cups your plush flesh, pressing them together as he starts rocking his hips. You drop your head and watch his cock moving between your tits. Your mouth opens and you lick over his tip when he moves closer to your face. “That’s it. Be good for me.”
“Fuck those tits faster, I want her to suck me off, or her ass,” another man grabs the back of your neck. “Lick his dick, now.”
“Shit, Fowler,” the man fucking your tits grunts. “Yes, that’s so much hotter.”
“Fowler is a kinky bastard,” the last man laughs. “Wait for my cock, sweetness, Levinson will split all of your holes and ruin you forever.”
“Shut up,” Barnes grunts. He gets his dick out to run his gloved hand up and down his length.
Rogers moves his hips faster. “I want to fuck her pussy now.”
Your eyes widen at Rogers’ words. Before you can react his cock slips out from between your tits, and you get thrown onto the bed. He immediately crawls between your legs, spreading you with his hips. “Yeah, that’s how you will watch me fuck you, doll.”
Rogers impales you with one forceful thrust. He ignores that you try to wiggle your hips or that you call him a bastard. He silences your protests with his lips, almost smothering you as he starts rocking his hips. “You’re ours from now on. Not a bride but our whore.”
His lips move down to your neck, and lower to your tits. He bites your nipple, forcing a scream to tear from your throat. Rogers is a cruel lover. He bites and nips at your plush flesh, leaving marks as he fucks you deep and hard.
He speeds up with every squeak leaving your lips. Your eyes roll back as he suddenly grabs your hips to slightly lift your hips. Rogers holds you in a tight grip while violating your pulsing cunt.
“Shit, did you see that?” Barnes growls. “She gushed all over his cock like a whore.”
His load shoots into you right after you clenched around him like the whore they turned you into. “That’s it, doll. Now you know the drill.”
Rogers pulls out, leaving you tainted and panting for the next man to use you. “On your belly, ass up,” Fowler doesn’t give you the chance to take a breath. He flips you over, forces you on your hands and knees, and is on you before you can react.
Not that you’d be able to fight him.
“What do you say, Barnes?” Fowler runs his hands up and down your trembling thighs. “Ass and mouth? Let’s fill her from both ends.”
You moan but bite your tongue. Fowler slaps your ass, grunts, and calls you a slut as you dared to make a noise.
“Shut up, you don’t have a say in this,” he mocks you. “This body is ours to use. Now talking back.”
He opens the handcuffs. Fowler takes his time, gently kneading the pain out of your skin. “Barnes?”
“Mouth,” Barnes grunts. “I hope she’s good at sucking dick. I dreamed of having her lips wrapped around my dick.”
“More ass for me,” Fowler laughs as you hold your breath. “Relax, sweetness. This ass will love my cock. It’s made to take it.”
You nod and tap the bed twice. Fowler immediately grabs you by your hips to press his crotch into your ass. He grinds into you while Barnes takes off his clothes.
Barnes lies on his side, lazily stroking his cock. He watches Fowler push your face into Barnes’ crotch, smirking as you eagerly rub your face into his pubic hair. “Good little whore,” he praises. “Now open up for Bucky.”
“Barnes!” Fowler hisses. “We said no first names!”
“Fuck you! I want her to suck my dick, not for you to complain again. Get your dick inside her ass and let me and my pretty doll have some fun!” Barnes gently pats your head, encouraging you to relax and open your mouth for him.
You move a little closer to Barnes and press your knees and the palms of your hands into the mattress.
Barnes watches the man behind you open a bottle of lube. He grunts as you shyly glance at his erection. “All for you, doll.” He lazily strokes his cock, waiting for Fowler to make his move. “I bet you will look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Heat creeps into your cheeks at his praise. You dart your tongue out to lick over the wide heat. He shudders feeling your tongue touch his sensitive tip.
“Stop playing around,” Fowler pushes against your shoulders to press your face into Barnes’ crotch. “Swallow his cock while I shove mine into your tight little arsehole.”
“Hey, she was so good to me,” Barnes complains loudly. “Right doll. You wanted to suck me good.”
“She’ll be even better with my cock up her ass.” You hear a commotion in the room. The fifth man, Levinson barks orders at Hansen and Rogers. You blend his voice out and only listen to Fowler who lubes one finger to play with your tightest hole. “Such a nice little hole for me to use.”
You whimper and bite your lower lip. It’s a new sensation feeling Fowler’s finger push into your tightest hole. He groans behind you. “Did you ever take it up your ass?” He taunts while moving his finger in and out. “I bet you didn’t.”
“Who’s toying with her now,” Barnes snaps at Fowler. “She’s a big girl and can take it. Right, doll?” He purrs the pet name. “You want him to fuck this naughty hole.”
For a moment, the room was silent. All eyes are on you, and the men watch you slowly nod.
They don’t need to know that you’re about to fulfill your darkest desires. The ones no one else could fulfill.
“I knew she was going to take all of me,” Fowler slaps your ass. You squeak and lean over Barnes’ crotch to lick over the head. He holds his cock in a tight grip, offering it to you like a present. “Now, open up for Barnes while I stretch that hole.”
Barnes cups the back of your neck and holds his cock with his free hand. He guides you down his cock, slow but his hold on your neck is tight enough to tell you he won’t accept refusal.
“Slow, doll,” Barnes moves his hand to the back of your neck. He pats you and purrs your name. “I’ll help you do it right.” He pushes your head into his crotch, forcing you to swallow him whole.
“Yeah, he’s good at guidance,” you choke around Barnes's cock. He smirks as you struggle to breathe right. “I’m better, though.”
You let Barnes guide your head up and down his length, ignoring the other men growling your name, along with profanities. You’re too far gone. Body and soul tainted by the men using you for their pleasure, you’re ruined and know it.
Fowler grips your waistline, fingertips digging into your flesh. He lubes his cock, groaning as his eyes drop to your well-fucked cunt. Rogers and Hansen’s cum runs out of your abused hole. “What a good whore you are for all of us.”
“Fuck her already, I’m still waiting for my turn,” it’s Levinson who raises his voice. “If not, I’ll take over and rip that tight little hole open.”
“Get fucked,” Fowler loses his patience. He grips your ass to spread your ass cheeks. Fowler spits onto the crack of your ass, huffing as Levinson steps toward the bed to watch you suck Barnes’ dick. You bob your head, desperate to feel his cum on your tongue.
The pressure you feel the moment Fowler pushes his cock into your tightest hole is something you’ve never felt before. He slowly moves back and forth, still, it’s a wide and uncomfortable stretch. You hear him groan and feel his hands grip your hips to push all the way in.
“Shit, she’s stuffed to the brim,” Hansen comments. He watches Barnes and Fowler use you to their liking, griping his cock to jerk off. “I could go for another round when you are done, guys. Her ass looks inviting.”
“I bet,” Fowler pants as he gives you shallow thrusts, “she stretched that perfect hole with a plug. Right, babycakes. You knew I’m into fucking ass.”
You moan around Barnes’ cock, unable to answer Fowler’s question. You’re their sex toy to use, and nothing else. You can’t move your head, because Barnes guides you up and down his length while Fowler thrusts into your ass.
They work in unison as if they had done this a hundred times before. Their cocks fill your holes, pushing as deep as possible and you get lost in your darkest fantasy. You close your eyes and let yourself fall.
“She’s there, in her little headspace, fuck,” Rogers’ says. “Slow down, make her feel all of it.” He dips his head to watch Fowler stretch your arsehole. “Make her hole gape. I want to go for a ride later too.”
“Shut up, Rogers,” Levinson barks. He stares at your naked form trapped between the others. Levinson is ready to drag them off you to get his turn, but he will wait and have the grand finale. “It’s my turn first!”
You don’t have time to think about his cum on your tongue. Fowler pushes against your shoulders, holding you down to rut into you. His cock slams into your tight hole. You whimper and beg him to slow down, but he won’t. Fowler is determined to fill you up.
“Shit…I’m gonna cum,” you groan around Barnes. He cups the back of your neck again, holding you still when his cum shoots down your throat. “She’s perfect…” He slips out of your mouth, letting you breathe.
“Butterfly?” Levinson asks, and you shake your head. “You’re such a good girl. We never had someone taking it like you did.”
“Please.”
Fowler grabs your hips. He shoves himself as deep as possible inside your ass and stills his hips. He comes with a shout of your name and slaps your ass with both hands.
It’s over as fast as it began. Fowler slips out of you and pushes your broken body onto the bed. You whimper but believe they will give you a break.
“Aw, butterfly, it’s my turn now,” you groan feeling another pair of hands grab your body. The man drags you off the bed and places you on the ground. “Hansen, help me.”
“I’m not your fucking sidekick,” Hansen grunts.
“I told you,” Levinson growls and points at you on the ground, “help me. I want to give her the best. My cum!”
“Fine, fine…” Hansen pushes a pillow under your head. He spreads your legs and presents your cum-leaking pussy to Levinson. “Satisfied?”
“Not yet,” Levinson steps toward your trembling body. He looks down at your naked form, smirking darkly as you stare up at him. The man is just like you, stark naked. “I hope you are ready for me, butterfly.”
You lick your lips, still tasting Barnes’ cum on your tongue. “Yeah…” you whimper and wait for his move.
“Good girl.”
Levinson grips his massive cock. He looks you in the eyes and starts stroking his cock. Moans leave this beautiful man’s lips as he stares at you. His grip tightens around his cock, and he fists himself faster.
Levinson has been on the edge since the moment his eyes landed on you. He wildly jerks his hips and imagines how your cunt will feel around his cock.
“Y/N,” he shouts your name and paints your body with his cum.
The moment his cream ends up on your skin, your body sizes up, and you cum untouched, whimpering as you don’t know what just happened.
“Guys, that was awesome,” Penelope coos. She smirks as the men she hired to spice the party up get dressed. “We all enjoyed your service.”
“Anytime, ma’am,” one of the callboys she paid to give your bridesmaids a good time says.
“I hope the bride got her money’s worth too,” Penelope giggles. “Five men giving her all she ever wanted. Phew…”
“Five men?” The callboy asks. “Ma’am. Every man you hired is within this room. We don’t know the others. We thought you hired someone else for the bride.”
“What?” Penelope stutters. “No. I only called you. I—I didn’t hire anyone else…”
You wake on a soft mattress. A silky nightgown covers your sore body. “Morning, sunshine,” Hansen greets you with a wink. He took the mask off, revealing the mustache you felt more than once against your clit last night. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Penelope outdid herself hiring you,” you grin. “You followed the script. I really enjoyed all of you and your service.”
You roll to your side to watch Barnes sip on his coffee. “You too, Barnes.”
“Bucky, doll,” he winks at you. “I think after I fucked all of your holes you can call me Bucky.”
“I hope Penelope paid you well. This was…phew…” you sit up to look around the room. You frown, as you are not at the bedroom of the house you rented for your bachelorette party. “Where are we?”
“Oh, that,” Nick Fowler laughs. “You see, we are not the callboys your little friend hired. We kind of hijacked your party to get back at your fiancé.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry, we got the script and the guys your friend hired to fuck you gave us all the information we needed.”
“I don’t understand,” you gape at Steve who steps inside the room. He holds the script you handed to Penelope before she hired the callboys in his hands.
“Your fiancé fucked with the wrong person, so we wanted to fuck him over but,” Ari laughs at your shocked expression. “Imagine our surprise when we found out that you wanted to fuck some callboys and send your fiancé the video.”
“He cheated on me,” you snap at Ari. “He never made me cum and dared to cheat on me. I wanted to fulfill my fantasies and get back at him at the same time!”
“I knew I liked her!” Lloyd exclaims. “See, we should do her a favor and send the tape to her now ex-fiancé. He’ll freak out, but she’s safe with us.”
“What?” You huff as the men start chatting about your fiancé, how you came on their cocks, and anything in between. “Guys, where are we?”
“We brought you somewhere safe,” Ari says and turns his attention back toward his coffee. “Don’t worry, butterfly. We like you, and will always make you cum. Just relax, lean back, and enjoy how we dismantle your ex…”
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#lloyd hansen#nick fowler#steve rogers#bucky barnes#ari levinson#smut#tw: consensual non-con#Best bridesmaid ever#dark!fic
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Redemption
Summary: Max Burnett taught you everything and so did Nick Fowler. Now, they don't appreciate being double crossed. So naturally you have to pay up to earn forgiveness. Will you earn redemption?
Paring: Max Burnett x F!Reader x Nick Fowler, F!Reader x Special Guest.
Word Count: 4.0k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, you are responsible for the media you consume. smut, shameless smut, darkish content, a spoiler for sharper and 355, p in v, edgeing, multiple orgasms, oral m recieving, dom/sub, hard doms, degradation, punishments, spanking, choking, fingering, clit play, nipple play, swearing, possessive behaviour, use of drugs for kidnapping, Max and Nick are well hard doms, even though max might have a bit of a switch vibe, knife play, cuffs, aftercare, hickeys, nicknames meanings will be mentioned on first use of the nickname, praise kink, mild dub-con vibes, if i missed anything let me know
A.N.: i didn't know i could write this much filth also these two together menaces, but i love them.
Main Masterlist // AO3
Keep your breathing even.
Let them think you’re knocked out cold still.
Don’t flinch at the pinch in your arm.
Stay alert.
Footsteps, retreating, one person. Medium build.
Chair scarpes, neglected and worn wood.
Beeping, microwave.
Scents, cheese melting.
Don’t move a muscle. Don’t give away your hunger. Don’t think about it.
Rustling, foil unwrapping.
Clinking, cutlery on a plate.
Footsteps, moving closer, one person. Medium to heavy build. Two total.
Hands on yours, the rope being cut. Soft breath.
The rope remains tethered.
“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” The male calls out, the cutlery clinks against the plate again.
The earlier footsteps come closer again.
Max. You recognise the voice a moment too late.
Why would he? No.
“You knew all about it.” Nick keeps his voice even. You hear Max chuckle and hum.
Nick’s palm cups your cheek. Max tuts disapprovingly. The warmth from Nick’s touch recedes.
An unspoken conversation occurs and Nick stands back.
“Agent Fowler, don’t they teach you not to touch what belongs to someone else?” The plate is set down, Max grabs your hair, “Wake up, little tesoro (treasure).” He tears the blindfold off and you blink. You’re pulled off the bed, on your knees.
Shitty hotel room. Curtains drawn. Another room outside this bedroom.
You look up at Max.
“I’m very cross with you.” He states, “Double crossing me?”
“Max it isn’t–,”
“Fucking liar!” He grabs your jaw harshly, “Don’t give me those damn doe eyes I taught you to use.”
“Max.” Nick warns, you hear the click of a gun. You don’t look at him. He wasn’t supposed to find you.
You had made sure to cover the tracks. Lead Nick down a cold trail ending somewhere on the west coast.
“Agent.” Max says with equal mocking. Staring at you. His blue eyes blaze with anger.
You try to speak but he tightens his grip, all that moves past your lips is a squeak.
“You can’t be this upset being fucked over, what did you consider her your protege?” Nick takes a step to the foot of the bed. Gun still pointed at Max.
“Aren’t you?” Max finally looks at the CIA Agent.
Nick clenches his jaw, eyes falling to you. You take a peek at him from the corner of your eyes. Slate blue-grey eyes regard you with disappointment.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Nick shrugs.
Max laughs, hollow. The way he did when he told you about Madeline. You hated the sound of his hollowed out self.
“Oh please, you trained her yourself. To come after me. She’s as much as your little subordinate as she is my little protege.” Max looks back at you, tilting your head back, he leans in, remnants of his aftershave flood your senses, “Aren’t you?”
He makes you nod your head, your lips unable to move.
“Max, let her go.” Nick warns.
“You know Nick. I don’t want to, and she’s going to help me teach you a little lesson.” Max beams brightly. Your stomach twists.
“Ask your superior to hand over his gun. You know the same way you asked him to fuck you in his office.” Max lets go of your jaw.
You remain silent, Max tightens his grip on your hair, you whimper.
“Max.” Nick warns, your eyes meet his, you blink back the tears.
“Ni-Nick,” You plead.
“You know I can’t.” Nick states, you shift, kneeling on the rough carpet hurting your bare legs.
“Nick please, please. Just listen to him. I gave you everything you’d need. Please. I won’t let him hurt you. Nick please.”
“So pretty when she begs isn’t she?” Max wipes the tear from your cheek, “But you know all about that, tell me Fowler, fucking her part of the teaching act? Or did you actually feel for the little base level bright eyed agent?”
Nick’s eyes widen in the slightest.
“Oh please, you think I don’t keep an eye on broken little things I take in? Or keep an eye on fuckers that have their eyes on me?” Max chuckles, “Now hand over the gun or it won’t do either of us good seeing her in pain.”
“You wouldn’t.” Nick calls his bluff.
“I wouldn’t? Did the little baby lie about the time I left her out in the cold? Did she not tell you how harsh I can be to her? The way I can be both her punishment and salvation.” Max raises a brow, he makes you arch your back, lips brushing against yours as he bends close enough, “You only sang my praises? Good girl.” he whispers against your lips.
Then turns your head to look at Nick, he bites the inside of his cheek at the display.
“Are you jealous?” Max sneers, free hand trailing from your neck to your collar bones and then sternum. Nick’s eyes follow the movement, “Hmm, he is, well, well, well.”
“Nick, the gun. Hand it over.” Your voice is even this time. The agent’s nostrils flair.
Nick aims the gun to Max’s leg. Max holds a small gun to your head. Nick’s stance waivers, he gazes at you. Your eyes are on him.
Nick exhales, irritated, he turns the gun, holding it out for Max to take. The conman undoes your binds.
“Go on little tesoro, take the gun of the nice agent.” He coaxes. The heavy metal comes into your hands. You swallow, “Point it at him.”
Nick raises his hands as you point the gun at him all while you knee. Max pats your head, kneeling his palms slide over your outstretched hands, he gingerly plucks the gun from your hand. Kissing your cheek.
His actions and his words have your mind reeling.
Was this a con you were pulling on Nick?
Was Nick working with Max to get you behind bars?
“Now go get the other little toys he’s carrying.” Max instructs, standing and pointing the gun at Nick.
You move to stand, Max tuts again. “Crawl.”
“You’re fucking sick, you son of a bitch,” Nick growls.
“Oh please, I’m letting you enjoy the show.” Max shakes his head, tendrils of his hair brush his cheekbones.
Your skin heats, cheeks aflame. You crawl to Nick, kneeling at his feet. He watches you with an apologetic expression. He reaches out to touch your cheek. Your eyes close at the contact.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you Nicky?” Max mocks. Nick glares at him.
“Pupils dilated and well those pants I hope are doing you justice unless that is another gun. Look at that little tesoro, he’s turned on by you like this, he’s turned on by seeing me order you around.”
“Get the guns.” Max reminds you, making you look back at him. Then up at Nick.
“You know where they are, don't you prinţesă (princess)?” Nick speaks softly, you nod.
Your hands reach for his left ankle, the smaller holster sits there, you turn to Max.
“Crawl.”
“Max, please.” You plead, he had to be fucking with you. He couldn’t be this cruel.
Max narrows his eyes, then rolls them, “Check him for other ammunition then you can stand, little tesoro.”
You knew from experience where Nick hid weapons on himself. He had a gun tucked into the back. Your hands tremble in the slightest, as you move behind him. Underneath the navy suit jacket tucked is the gun with the silencer.
You take it away, Nick keeps his gaze steady on Max.
“Why are you demeaning her?” He questions.
“Playing good cop? Okay I’ll bite.” Max gestures for you to stand. You grab both the guns and walk over to him.
“You see Nicky,” Max’s smug smile only adds to Nicky’s ire over the nickname, “I’ve been fucked over by a redhead before, I’m sure you know what that feels like so when,” the tip of his gun touches your temple then your cheek, he tucks it under your chin, “This sweet little prize waltzed into my life you could colour me surprised.”
“She’s fucked you over.” Nick states.
“She fucked you over too.” Max adds.
The two stare at you, you look at the wall ahead.
“So what should we do with you?” The cold metal taps your jaw. You look at Max.
“Get on the bed prinţesă.” Nick orders, you look towards him. He’s leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets.
“Go on, listen to Nicky.” Max prompts stepping away from you. He smiles at you, there isn’t an aota of anger in his demeanour anymore.
“Max.. what is going on?” He doesn’t answer; you turn to the other man, “Nick?”
“Get on the bed, don’t make Max angrier, I don’t think you would prefer me to be angrier either.”
You get on the bed, both of them on opposite ends of the room. Watching you, their blue and grey predatory gazes drinking you in, you pull down the hem of the dress on your thighs.
“Nick, Max…” You want to ask, all of your facial reading abilities give you nothing from their masks.
Nick saunters over, a relaxed smile on his face. He hands Max the two pairs of cuffs. The bed dips under his weight. Your hands spread out each cuffed to one end.
Your breathing hitches when Max’s palm is wrapped around your throat. He smirks, giving your neck a squeeze.
Your thighs clench, your body betraying you.
Nick chuckles, “Always so responsive isn’t she?” He muses. Max nods pulling away from you.
The two of them observe you from the foot of the bed. Asking questions is not productive. You know they know about the double cross you pulled on either side.
Your I-will-disappear bag and passport aren’t here, which means you never got away quick enough. From either of them.
“It’s clicking into place.” Max grins at you, “Always so very smart. Always such a good girl, little tesoro. Till you weren’t.” He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.
“Well, you’ve learned a lot from the both of us. You tried to keep us both happy and fucked the both of us over. You know you have to be punished, prinţesă.” Nick licks his bottom lip.
“I wasn’t going to betray—,”
“Oh you weren’t?” Max exaggerates his words.
Nick pulls out your bag from under the bed, you stare at it, “Little liar aren’t you?”
“I wasn’t! I promise.” You plead, pulling against the restraints.
“You want to make it upto us?” Max questions, tilting his head to gauge your response, searching for even a flicker of insubordination.
You nod, “Please.”
Max looks towards Nick. The latter hums audibly, contemplating but the gleam in his eyes has you know he already decided.
Max hands him the small blade. Nick climbs in next to you. The flat edge of the knife trails over your right leg, when Nick reaches your thigh he taps the blade twice.
Your legs part for him, the blade catches on the hem of your dress. He begins to tear it apart. Leaving you exposed to them. The dress hangs off of your shoulders.
“I think we need to see a little more skin don’t we Max?” Nick asks rhetorically, your breath hitches as he traces the tip over the swell of your breast, the straps cut through.
You bite your lip, Nick presses a soft kiss to your sternum.
“Be good.” He warns, your bra falls in tatters around you.
Max joins in on the bed, fingers brushing along your inner thighs, then higher he hums appreciatively as the wetness seeps onto his fingers.
“My, my, little tesoro. You really want to be a good little slut for us.” The panties are shifted to the side, his fingers brush over your folds, you whimper. Max keeps his teasing movements going, watching the way you keep coating his fingers.
Nick cuts through the fabric, leaving you fully at their mercy.
Nick reaches forward his thumb and index finger twisting your nipple. Max begins to circle his thumb around your clit. You bite your lip not to make a sound.
A sharp sting on your cunt has you cry out.
“You do not hold back those sounds.” Nick reprimands and Max’s palm stings against your pussy. You clench around nothing as you moan. Twisting against the cuffs.
“You want our forgiveness?” Max taunts, his palm leaving redness in its wake as he spanks over your inner thighs. Nick strokes your cheek, softness in contrast with Max’s harsh spanks.
“Please.” You plead, Nick shakes his head.
You’re turned over, hands crossed and laying on your stomach. Max breathes deeply, the fabric of your dress cut further and taken off.
You feel Nick grab your hips lifting them higher, your shoulders strain as the pull of the cuffs has you arch to find comfort.
Max sits next to you, making you look at him. He smiles, your lips part to apologise but you cry out as Nick’s palm comes into contact with your ass.
“Trusted you prinţesă.” He hisses, massaging the flesh, then alternating his harsh spanks you twist and wiggle to no respite. Tears brim over. Max’s index finger wipes over them and then the other side with the back of his fingers. He provides you with no other gentleness. Instead watching Nick continue.
How long had it been you don’t understand or perceive. Spanking alternated between the two of them. After their set of ten they’d tease your folds, cooing at the needy way your pussy would want their fingers to fill you up. And they did, long thick digits stuffing you. Getting soaked by your arousal. Thumbs tapping your clit, at the edge of bliss and then nothing.
Nick switches with Max again, he offers his soaked fingers to you, your tear stained cheeks pull no leniency this time. Your lips part to clean his fingers.
Not a word of praise.
You’ve been good, you apologised.
Yet nothing.
Just pain.
It stopped feeling good too.
“I’m sorry!” You cry out at the next spank. Sniffling you bury your head.
Body fell flat against the bed, your arms stretched to their maximum to opposing ends. You feel the sting of both their palms spanking you at the same time.
You sob, crying out broken sorries.
The cuffs are undone and you’re turned around again, Max unzips his jeans, his cock hard and waiting. He pulls you down along the bed. The sheets add to the burn on your ass. You grip them.
Max rubs his cock over your folds, “You thought you could lie to us?”
“I’m sorry.” You hiccup and then moan as he slams into you. Filling you up so good the burning ache numbing with each thrust. Pleasure overtakes your body.
“Little tesoro, I’m so fucking mad. I trusted you so much.” Max grunts, “Fucking pussy’s so fucking,” he groans, your leg wrapped around his waist, “Addictive. Going to make you our little cumslut.”
You clench around his cock. His thrusts are hard and fast, “Look at Nick.” Max grunts out, “Fucking vice like grip.”
You look up, Nick watches you, his hand leisurely moving over his cock. You lick your lips. He smirks.
“You want a taste, prinţesă?”
“Oh she does, fucking velvet walls can’t get enough.” Max pulls out, you mewl at the loss.
Nick stands, cock bobbing against your cheek as they have you lay across the bed so your head hands off of the edge.
Both of them thrust into you, your mouth and pussy fill at the same time, eyes rolling back as they thrust in sync. Nick tweaks your nipples and you moan around him. Large hands on your breasts, cupping and squeezing.
“Fuck—I missed this lying mouth.” He groans, he places a hand on your throat feeling himself thrust deep. “You’re going to make such a pretty cumslut, prinţesă.”
Max grabs your hip, fingers on your clit circling adding to the unravelling pleasure that begins to take over after all the edging.
Pleasure courses through your veins, you arch up, the sheet fisted both of them moan your name.
Max fucks you through your orgasm, your mouth slack even as Nick pulls out. Hoarse moans of Max’s name leave your lips.
“Going to fill you up.” Max’s hips stutter, he groans spilling into you. His palm grabbing your jaw, your knees pressed to your chest as he kisses you. It’s sloppy, needy, all consuming. Biting down on your lip as he pulls out of you and pulls his lips away.
Your chest heaves, Max sits back against the bed and Nick grabs your legs, you’re pulled to the edge and flipped over. He grabs you by your neck, pulling you up.
Your back against his chest, your hands grab at his, his cock spears you, you cry out his name. Nick’s thicker girth makes you feel fuller, his head brushing against the spot that has your legs trembling.
He knew you wouldn’t last, he was counting on it, “such a pretty cunt. All ours to use isn’t it?” He squeezes your throat, his fingers rub harshly on your clit. You nod, “Please, please, please—,” a strangled plea leaves your lips as you cum yet again, slumming against Nick as he ruts into you.
Your spasming walls don’t allow him to last long, “Your mouth is fucking wonderful but this? Divine. You aren’t getting away from us.” He promises, your lips meet his as he cums inside you as well. His kiss is equally claimant, his dominance harsher. His stubble burns against your skin.
As if the two of them want to share you but want the other to know who actually owns you.
Aftershocks thrum through your body. Nick pulls out, you feel the mess coat your thighs. Max kneels on the bed, holding you up as Nick leaves. He wipes your tears, cupping your face.
Water runs and the door shuts, a warm cloth is moved upon your body, you hiss as it brushes over your sensitive flesh. Nick turns your head to the mirror on the opposite wall your body is littered with hickeys and marks of them.
“There isn’t going to be a punishment next time if you pull this stunt, prinţesă.” Nick warns.
You blink, they meet your gaze in the reflection.
“Exactly little tesoro. You did well for us. Maybe there is redemption for you after all to be our good girl.” Max kisses your cheek.
“Do you understand?” They ask, you nod.
“I do.”
“Whose are you?” Max raises a brow.
“Both of yours.” Your answer pleases them.
“Will you ever run away?” Nick narrows his eyes.
“Not unless you both are where I have to run toward.”
You’re kissed again, one by one.
Rewarded by tongues and wandering hands.
Laying between the two their fingers inside you, making you cum apart between them. Over and over. Late into the night or early into the day they allow you rest.
You pull away from bed carefully, the two of them in the seating area talking softly, you search for clothes but you only find Max’s hoodie and Nick’s briefs. Your bag had the other essentials but not any clothes. They would sedate you to move you again. You try to not let the thought curdle in your chest. Wearing the clothes, you head into the kitchen.
Bags from a local burger joint are on the small table. You stand at the doorway, fiddling with the sleeves.
“Ah there she is, my little thief.” Nick chuckles, “Come on we have your favourite curly fries.”
“And strawberry milkshake mixed with half of vanilla.” Max holds up the cup.
You stare at the food and drink.
“Oh you don’t trust us?” Max shakes his head amused, “Told you.” He says to Nick. He reaches for the fries and eats a random one, making a show out of chewing it. Holding his arms wide as if to show no damage to himself.
Nick does similarly with the milkshake, taking a sip and making a face at the combination but again nothing happens to him, “We’re good to you. We’re safe. Unlike the place you planned on running toward.”
You giggle at their antics. Padding over to them and taking the spot between them. You eat the food, and drink your milkshake, being their good girl. They smile, no anger or disappointment in their eyes.
“So will the two of you ever be inside me together?” You ask randomly, popping a fry in your mouth the two of them begin coughing not expecting that question. You laugh padding over to the counter that harbours the water bottles, unscrewing them you quickly hand them their bottles and take your own.
“Sorry, I thought…” You look away shyly.
“Maybe we do your fantasies after we’re done with your punishments.” Nick suggests, rubbing his chest.
You look from him to Max, he takes another sip of water, “Little tesoro, we aren’t done punishing you yet.”
“I understand. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking clearly.” You agree with them. They nod.
Max reaches for a french fry and slumps forward. Your eyes widen, “Max!”
Nick’s eyes turn from the slumped over conman to you, you stare at him accusingly, he stands, you watch him reach for the gun on the side table but he falls forward as well, “Nick!”
Their eyes are open, you wipe the panic from your face, rolling your eyes.
“Oh don’t worry, soon it will be a nice little sleepy time.” You promise, eating another fry and dusting your hands off, “Well these past hours have been very entertaining but I have some very important business to attend.” You stand, moving over Nick’s body towards Max. Their eyes have the anger yet again.
“Oh it’s just a little drug. The way you drugged me.” You smile at Max, taking a deep breath before dragging him along the carpet to the bedroom. You cuff him to the bed frame. Leaving him watching you from the ground you head back to drag Nick back inside.
“Max and Nick, the two of you were right, strength training has its perks.” You grin, cuffing Nick works the same way. You sift through their bags for clothes opting for Max’s since they wouldn’t have any stitched in trackers. You’d ditch them anyways.
They helplessly watch you strip down, and put on clothes. You open your seized bag, the hidden pocket still has the keycard you need. You smile at them.
“Well boys,” you saunter over to them, then spot your shoes, wearing them you make your way back. You place a kiss against Max’s soft cheek then Nick’s stubbled one, “Thank you for the fuck, I don’t appreciate the spanking.” You wink, “Maybe we can continue this another time.”
You close the door gently, you’re just outside of New York you crack your stiff neck. Reaching for the burner tucked into the sole of your shoe you dial the number.
“Hansen and Barnes’ or Barnes and Hansen’s Services.” The cheery voice greets you.
“Llyod.” You greet walking down the steps towards the road. Hailing down a cab.
“Ah, sweetheart, grumpy here was angrier than ever.” Lloyd informs, you shake your head at his nonsense.
“Well he can meet me at his favourite place. Oh and I have Fowler and Burnett tied up.” You inform, he whistles, impressed by your antics.
“Get there, I’m sure he’s excited to meet his Doll.” Lloyd teases, “I’ll tell him. Text me where they should be.”
You hear a muffled sound then punches and groans, you use the time to text Lloyd. You get down from the taxi at the first subway station’s steps.
“Doll.” Bucky greets over the call, making you smile.
“Hi, Bucky. I missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too. I hear you’ve earned redemption?” He enquires.
“I have.”
“Good girl. Knew you would make me proud. I’ll meet you at our favourite place in an hour.” He promises.
“An hour Mr. Barnes.” You affirm, he chuckles.
“I’ll see you, Doll.” Bucky promises before the line goes dead.
You break the flipphone, dropping it on the platform, kicking it onto the tracks and then leaving the station with the hood up.
-x-x-x-x-
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Aww, would you look at that? Your new neighbor is getting a show.
Your boyfriend doesn't mind. He likes showing people you're his. 🔥
The Devil You Don't Know
Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Dark!Nick Fowler (sorta 🤭)
Summary: Your husband loves to show you off. Little does he know, the new neighbour in town has far more in mind than just sitting back and enjoying the show.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, mild possessiveness, male masturbation, mentions of infidelity, dark undertones, 18+.
Word Count: 850
A/N: It's been a while. Life has been crazy. Wanted to dip my toe back in the pool. Be kind. Thank you @navybrat817 for always knowing exactly how to destroy me! 💗
All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.
“Come on, baby. You got another one for me?” Chris croons in your ear; one hand curled over your shoulder and the other gripping the nape of your neck. The sound of his flesh slapping against yours rings through the air, the window in front of you misting with every panting breath that escapes you. “I know you do. You’re still standing, aren’t you? Won’t stop pounding this pretty pussy ‘til you can’t hold yourself up anymore.”
Your fingers dig into the window ledge before you, forehead seeking out the cool relief of the glass. You don't remember how you got there. Just moments ago he was eating your cunt like his life depended on it on the couch. You know Chris enjoys showing you off. Everytime he takes you out you feel the pride that radiates from him when people see you on his arm. But this? This is entirely new.
“Think he’s jerking off, sweetheart? I bet he is. Poor guy’s probably sittin’ there wondering how good you feel.” All you can do is moan in response, catching two of his fingers between your teeth when his hand snakes up to toy with your mouth. You hum around his digits as they hook the inside of your cheek, allowing yourself to be tugged back against his chest. You whimper when his cock brushes that tender spot inside you, slurping on his fingers, drool seeping from your lips and dripping down onto the sturdy rings that adorn them. “You can be louder than that. Know you can. Let him hear you, baby. Let him hear how good I fuck my girl.”
Your eyes flit to the open window. If you weren’t so blissed out, you might be embarrassed. Bracing yourself, palms flat against the glass, you grind yourself back against him; humming in contentment when his free hand dips between your legs. You shiver at the feel of flesh-warmed metal against your clit, Chris’ fingers expertly working the sensitive nub, swiping back and forth at a torturously gentle pace.
“Chris,” you whine shamelessly, “need more. Faster. Please.”
“My fingers? Or my cock?” He taps your cunt with his palm, grinning against your shoulder and grazing the skin with his teeth. “Be more specific, baby. Use those big girl words for me.”
"Your cock." You cringe at the thought of your new neighbor being able to hear your pleas, but you could care less if it means you get to come on your husband's dick again tonight. “Fuck me harder. Make me come. Use me.”
Chris all but growls against your throat, his arm winding its way back around your waist, holding you tight as he pounds into your soaked, spent cunt mercilessly.
You can barely make out the outline of him in the window across the street, but you know he’s there. You know he watches you. Has done every night since Chris decided he was worthy of a sordid little show. You haven’t met him, and honestly, you’re not sure if you could face it if you happened to bump into him in the neighborhood. Not now that he’s seen you fall apart at the capable hands of your husband multiple times this week.
“Know why I let him watch, baby?” Chris asks, his voice husky and his breath hot against your ear. All you can do is shake your head, moaning loudly in time with each brutal thrust of his rigid cock into your cunt. “Let him watch because it gets me off knowin’ that other men wanna fuck my girl. Knowin’ that there isn’t a chance in hell that I’d let him. You’re mine. This is my pussy.”
“Yours,” you groan, feeling every inch of him and trembling when his hips grind against your ass with each firm, insistent thrust. “Only yours.”
Nick Fowler isn’t one to sit back and watch someone else take what he wants. Even if that possession happens to have been in someone else's hands before he even set eyes on it. He wasn’t exactly excited about moving into the shitty little neighborhood, but you? Well, you make it almost tolerable.
Laying low isn’t something he’s used to, but now that he has a little game to play? Well, he’s not as bored as he thought he’d be. He raises his glass to his lips and swallows down a heavy mouthful of scotch, tongue flattening against his palm when he licks at it and moves to wrap his hand around the meaty, throbbing dick standing to attention in his lap.
Nick Fowler only keeps his distance for so long, and soon enough he’ll have you exactly where he wants you.
Beneath him, clawing your nails down his back and crying out that he’s the best fuck you’ve ever had.
It won’t be the first marriage he’s ruined, but if you’re as soft and pliable as you look from afar, you’ll be holding his attention for a lot longer than the last.
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What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 2
Summary: Things are about to get more interesting. Steve makes you a promise, but does Johnny as well?
Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader, Nick Fowler X Reader, Johnny Storm X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, ABO dynamics, slapping, biting/marking, scenting, manipulation, kidnapping, Omega trafficking, unprotected sex, knotting, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.3K
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Nick has never let any designation have so much power over him, and somehow, you, an Omega have it all. He found himself watching you on the cameras more, found the random excuse to visit you, and even retrieved a few of your clothes from the wash, just to have that sweet smell of you surrounding him always. Nick wasn’t like this. He was chosen to be in this close proximity because he could handle the needs of Omegas without pushing past their boundaries, not anymore. You had changed that, and he hated it, and didn’t understand it.
Even now as he stares at a more troublesome Omega in your room. He was causing problems to this operation. He growls when he sees your image reach towards Steve’s marks. It had cost too much money to remove those bonds. Male Omegas were rare, and the Royal Pony wanted something special. He was that thing. Regardless of the problems he posed.
You were beginning to get curious about the normal life of an Omega. But the other ones were not a fan of yours. They could feel the adoration coming from Nick. They could smell your need to please him. And you never had the amount of clients they did. You were unique, and he couldn’t let just any Beta have you.
What they didn’t understand was you were special. Had never been mated or taken a knot. You in fact were the rare one.
He lifts his highball glass to his lips, the ice clinking, and he lets the harsh bitterness of the dark liquor try to take his mind off things. Peggy walks into the office staring at him. Sweat lining his brow, and she wants to laugh, he’d brought this on himself. She decided not to stop the other Omegas from messing with your suppressants.
“Sir?”
“What?” Nick slams his fist down on the desk, spinning around to glare at her. “What do you want now, Omega?”
“I was told to tell you that Johnny Storm has called for another meeting.”
With every breath Nick takes, a growl exits his throat, and Peggy can’t help but to giggle at his predicament. Johnny had never wanted a second meeting with any of the other Omegas, and he had gone through all of them. “Also, turn on the news.”
“Make sure Steve isn’t romanticizing his marks! She’s too curious.”
“I’m sure it has nothing to do with you scenting her every chance you get. Sucking on her mating gland,” his hand connects to her face, and she grabs ahold of it, yelping in pain.
“I told you to shut your fucking mouth about that. Do not test me Omega. That was strike three. Go clean the fucking toilets and make yourself useful.”
“His mates are making an announcement later. Make sure you tune in,” Peggy spits up at him before following his Alpha command.
You giggle at Steve, shaking your head no. But with a grab of both your hands he places them on his marks, “Massage them, they hurt.”
“Do you still feel them?”
“I think so,” his mouth barely turns into a smile, and you pity him. You craved for a mate, but this seems so much more cruel. It was inhumane to rip Steve away from them. “I can still smell them. He was mint and leather, and she was woody, only a small bit of lavender. They were perfect. They’ll find me. And I’m bringing you with me.”
Dropping your hands in his lap, your face turns down, “I don’t want to leave Nick. He’s mine, I can feel it,” the mere mention of Nick’s name making your mating gland pulse, and Steve reaches up, tickling the area with his thumb.
“He won’t claim you.”
“He will,” your voice goes a bit louder, but one look into Steve’s eyes, and you can’t stay mad. He gives you a sheepish grin, running his thumb over your blemish free neck all but the faded hickey, and your eyes cast to the bed. “He will.”
“Why do you think that?”
“I’ve seen his eyes, and…”
“Steven, that will be all for today,” Nick tells the small man, as he walks into your room. Mad again. His anger has you needing to hold him. Steve gives you a pitiful smile before he walks towards the door, getting stopped by Nick, who holds his arm roughly.
“If you don’t quit with this talk, I’ll give you five clients in one day. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
You don’t rush over to Nick like you normally do, making him stare at you confused. “Omega?”
“You shouldn’t be so mean to him. Steve is precious. Take it back,” you had never spoken out of turn. Someone was getting to you, and he wasn’t sure who.
Nick starts backing you up to the bed, and you smell a spike in his scent, clouding your judgment, and your designation taking over and you tilt your head, reaching to pull down your panties. “Nick,” you whimper.
His eyes dark pools of lust when he guides you to the bed. Laying you down, while he hovers over you. “Nick, it’s right there.”
Your hand palms him over his jeans, shuttering at actually touching him.
“My god, you smell so good,” his voice raspy as his nose rubs over your throbbing mating gland. Biting back the urge to not claim you. “Dammit.”
“Nick, please,” you push your thighs further apart, and he glances down. Your thighs glistening with slick, and you still had those stupid cotton panties on. With a quick movement of his hand he has them ripped off, and he spreads your thighs further. Staring at your exposed core. “Alpha?”
Oh he wished you hadn’t said that. Wished you weren’t beaming up at him. Your hand roams through your folds, and you give him a sweet smile, “Alpha, it could be yours,” your head still tilted, and run your hand over your gland. “Everyday.”
“Omega, you’re teasing me,” you give him a little pout, but it doesn’t stop your haggard breathing. Your gland showing how fast your heart was beating, “But you are a pretty little thing. Such a sweet and almost pure Omega.”
Purring at his praise, he moves back down to hover over your body. So close and still not where you want him. Bringing your hand to caress his mating gland, he tilts his head to the side for better access. He had never given you much of him. Never had given you the ability to kiss along his neck.
His scent was becoming stronger, deeper. You roll your eyes in the back of your head when your teeth make contact with his skin, and he pushes you back down to the bed.
“I have to go,” Nick shouts, crawling off your bed. He stomps down the hallway, grabbing a key off his desk, he’ll be going to the basement for a few days.
“Peggy, have Marshall oversee the business. I need a few days. Storm has no reason to visit.”
“He’s doubled his price.”
“Dammit,” he grunts. Wiping the sweat off his brow. He had to get out of here. “One hour.”
“He paid for two.”
“She,” he doesn’t want to tell her. Definitely doesn’t want Johnny to know. “Give her a few days. She’s in heat.”
“And you’re in rut. How poetic.”
“I’ll slap you everyday, until you learn your place!” he slaps at her face again, seething that she dares to bring this up.
“It’s her scent. You’re pushing your boundaries. Johnny is a Beta, this should be a fun exercise for her.”
“I said no!”
“And Peggy makes sense,” Nick nods his head at Marshall, while he looks into your bedroom. “She’s only started,” he smells you all over Nick, and it gives him enough pause not to go to the basement. “Johnny Storm paid double the asking price. He’ll get that, and with one very needy Omega. You’re dismissed. Peggy, once Storm leaves. Bring our sweet Fireball some of Nick’s clothes. He’s the one that started this mess. And don’t try and deny that you aren’t scenting her every fucking day. What did you think would happen? Get out of my sight,” flicking his hand towards him he gives a nod to Peggy.
“Leave her be for now, something tells me Storm will like her needy and dripping wet. A Beta with a huge Alpha complex. This should be interesting. Have one of the Betas take some waters to Nick’s cage for the next few days. He’ll get thirsty.”
You clutch at your stomach, rolling yourself up into a ball. Thinking about how this happened. The suppressants have always worked. Nick made sure you took them daily. And now it was just blinding pain.
“Holy shit,” Johnny walks over to your bed, clicking his tongue. He places a hand over your forehead, and wants to scream at the Pony for letting him even enter this room.
“It hurts.”
“I know it does,” he coos. Your body naturally tries to shuffle closer to him, and he wants to bring himself out of his designation for the moment, but you need him. You were hurting, running a fever, and you needed release. “What do you want me to do?”
“Make it stop,” you whine at him. Reaching out a hand to him. He looks at the appendage, before looking at you. “Please, Alpha. I need you.”
“Shit shit shit. No, this…no. I haven’t even got time to play with you, and now I’m walking into you in full blown heat? No, you’re supposed to be on suppressants. I thought you smelled extra sweet that first time. Where are they?”
“Nick gives them to me, he keeps them in the office. Please, Johnny, it hurts!”
“Don’t use that voice on me. I’m weak. I can’t…holy shit,” groaning when you spread your legs for him. You were drenched. “I’d be doing you a favor.”
“Uh huh. There’s covers,” you try and pull open a drawer, but Johnny starts walking closer to you.
“You forget, I’m a real Alpha. I don’t need to fake my knot,” you stare up at him owlishly, but when he gets close enough, you’re pulling at his hips. “That fucking collar on your neck. What would they do if you had an Alpha claim on you? Think they’d have the bond removed?”
“Johnny?”
“That’s Alpha. Now, I’m going to do what Nick couldn’t. I’m going to take care of you,” his deep voice traveling right to your core, and you pull him into you.
Johnny snarls at the smell of Nick all over you. Tugging at his pants to get away from the stench if only for a second. Your sweet little cries, making his cock twitch. He was doing you a favor. You needed this relief. When he yanks off his shirt, your hands smooth over his hard chest, and he falters a moment. This wasn’t the magical moment he had envisioned, but you were trembling. A deep ache running all through your body, and he had to help you.
“Alpha,” you whisper so sweetly, just before he crashes into your wet heat. Your eyes turning completely black. His hips pushing him into you almost too gently. Arching your back, he rips off your dress. Sighing at the mild form of his strength, he has to look directly into your eyes. That gland deeply pulsing, visible even with the collar. Beating with an even deeper need. A need to be claimed and owned.
“You really are the perfect Omega, huh?” biting your lip you nod up at him, and he loses some self control. His pace changes to pounding into you. Bringing himself closer to that collar, he nuzzles over the leather. “Fucking Nick, this would be so much better without him. Has he touched you?”
“No, sir.”
“Of course he hasn’t. He just wants to make you weak and compliant for his own selfish needs. You want it?” feeling your walls flutter around him, he knows you’re so close, right at the edge of the best euphoria of your life. Getting a high off just thinking about having his knot. Your body was made to take whatever he decided to give you. Molding perfectly to his cock, and he knows the best is yet to come. And the way you were gripping tight to his back, hugging his length immaculately, he’s close too. “Do you want it, Omega?”
“Yes! Please!” splitting you in half when he drives into you with such force, deep into your womb. His knot expanding, and you sob out his name, your nails digging into his back, making him hiss out in a pleasured pain. “Johnny.”
“Shh, enjoy this. You look so pretty with tears in your eyes. No one can ever take this away from me,” kissing around your hairline, he blows a cool bit of air in your sweaty and sticky skin. “It’s okay, to rest now.”
Nick turns on the tv in the basement, and he couldn’t miss them if he tried. Another fucking press conference. “Fucking hell! Marshall is going to ruin us all. He had to have that skinny little bitch.”
Bucky grabs Natasha’s hands as they walk up to the podium, sick and out of their minds from losing their mate. Bucky, a highly skilled detective, and Natasha, a brutal lawyer were not ones to be messed with, and they were putting all their effort into finding Steve.
“There have been rumors of Omegas being kidnapped and taken into brothels. Omegas are not pets. They are to be cherished, and ours was. He’s now been missing for six months, the number of missing Omegas is growing, and we have to be vigilant in capturing the ones doing this. If you have any information about our Omega, or any of the missing ones, you can call the hotline. Detective Barnes and myself may be in search for what is ours, but in the process we’re searching for other’s mates as well. Just bring him and the other scared Omegas home. We have teamed up with another who lost their unclaimed Omega. Taken the night before their wedding. He has helped us in our efforts, so please welcome...”
Growling Nick throws the tv to a wall. They were screwed, and if he found you, there would be hell to pay. Kidnapping you was on Nick. But you came willingly. You didn’t want to stay with him. Nick saved you. He takes a deep calming breath, he was going to have to do something he said he wouldn’t. Nick was trying to save you.
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Failed Attempts; Mood Board
“Look at me, Darling. Look at how I destroy you...”
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I just know it's big
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point of no return | nick fowler
pairing: nick fowler x mob daughter!reader
summary: nick and mace make a bet regarding the mob boss’ innocent virginal daughter.
warnings: 18+ topics, smut (18+), male masturbation, nick is a bit toxic
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no use resisting, abandon thought and let the dream begin ...
That had been cute, he thought as he sat down in bed. He was battered and bruised yet she had been the one upset. He guessed he had been harsh on her but he was angry. Angry he was being beaten up by a mob boss and still gaining no information. No matter what he did, he was not part of the trust club, specially after letting his daughter in danger. Fucking Mace, he didn’t even need to call to know it was her, trying to entice something which clearly backfired. It backfired on him and now he was much further away from gaining any information on Mr. Bullet or even what his last name was. He guessed he could always fuck Y/N but he doubted she was very happy about how she’d treated him. He sighed, leaning against the comfortable bedding while starring at the celling. He had to figure out what to do, something to do to try and obtain even the smallest amount of information yet as his mind wrapped around a new plan, a few noises coming from the other side of door had him distracted. Little muffled moans, almost too shy to even exit her lips, were coming from the other side of the door. He attempted to ignore them, yet as they got louder, he found himself imagining what she would look like. He couldn’t picture her as the type of girl to touch herself or have sex toys - no, she may read about it but she didn’t seem the type to indulge in those fantasies. She had to be doing something, something which was making his cock stir. He pulled his trousers down under the covers, caring little for the bruises covering his thighs as his hand immediately went to grab his cock.
- Fuck! - he sighed, as his hand started to massage his cock. Fucking cocktease, that’s what she was.
She wouldn’t be the woman he’d go for. No, he liked woman who took control, who were as brazen as he was. Yet, he couldn’t help but fantasise about her, her small figure in the bed humping those sheets looking for some friction. His hand stroke his cock, his moans accompanying hers until he grunted, his hand stilling as cum painted his hand. He closed his eyes, her orgasm following suit - doing this surely wasn’t gonna have him win any bets. However, before he could wipe his hand clean, she rushed into his bedroom, her hand gripped around the door handle.
- Fuck you, Nick Fowler!
He smirked at those words, his clean hand moving to grab a tissue from his bedside to wipe his hand under the sheets. He moved from under the sheets, walking up to her, her chin moving upwards so she could stare at him but he merely moved to replace her hand with his, closing the door behind her. The minute the lock hit the hitch, his hand wrapped around her throat, pushing her against the door.
- Wanna repeat that again, pet? - his grip tightened and all she could see was the eagle tattooed in his hand.
He cocked his hand to the side, waiting for her to say anything but she didn’t even try. His thumb rubbed across her bottom lip, the remnants of whatever had not been wiped absorbing through the skin of the plump lip. A taunting smile graced his features.
- I could easily kill you right now. - he looked down on her, his grip tightening even more to have her slightly struggle for breathing. - And you didn’t tell daddy where you went.
- You’re alive because I want you to be. - this was different. She was different, her words weren’t shaky. She meant those words and he knew she was right.
- Is that so? - his grip loosened as he walked forward to cage her between his torso and the door. - I’m taking you to your father tomorrow.
- No, you are not.
- Yes, I am. - he put his finger under her chin, pushing it up. - You can masturbate in the comfort of your room.
- What? - that confidence faded as her cheeks heated. - I wasn’t ...
- Yes, you were. What were you thinking, pet? One of those men in your books who force themselves on pretty innocent women?
- I’m gonna go to bed.
Her hand pulled the handle down, making her stumble into her part of the penthouse but not before kicking the door shut. Nick smirked to himself, happy he had once more taken the lead. She was hot when she defended herself, but he’d rather continue being the one with the upper hand. He waited for Y/N to fall asleep before he could phone Mace. The minute her voice went through the speaker, he became angry.
- How dare you fucking get in the way of my mission? - he interrupted whatever she was saying.
- Are you on drugs or something, Fowler? What are you talking about?
- You shot at Bullet’s daughter? You could’ve fucking killed her and for what? Get a reaction?
- While I would love to shot at the personification of the colour pink itself, I did not shoot at her. We haven’t gotten any permission to attack Bullet’s daughter.
- As if you haven’t gone rough before.
- Maybe she was shot at because she’s the daughter of the boss? Don’t blame me for your failure of protecting her.
He switched off the burner phone before he could hear any more slander for Mace. It felt better to know that the CIA had done this rather than him failing to protect her. If he had done his job correctly, he should’ve noticed something. Perhaps, he didn’t need a day off. She couldn’t gotten killed in the hands of that rocky replacement. He couldn’t sleep all night, a mix of those thoughts and the pain from all the wounds. Once the sun was peaking from the horizon, he was awaking her up. Perhaps she was upset at her father, but she wasn’t safe anywhere which was public until they figured out who shot at her. A feat which was hard considering the mob had as many enemies as the sky had stars. Whoever it was, he needed to get her out of this hotel and safe.
He opened the door, hoping to wake her up but she was already up, her bed made and he wondered if she hadn’t sleep the night as well. Whatever the answer was she didn’t say as she didn’t speak to him not even a single second. She was angry, she had every right to be - perhaps, he shouldn’t have been as cocky. Yet, it was so fun to see her wanting to rebel every once in a while.
- You’re back! - her mother got up from the porch where she had been speaking to another mob wife to grab her daughter from the car.
Even if he had been tasked with gaining information to help dismantle the mob rule in New York; he had to admit, for how bad people the Bullet couple were, they were good parents. At least better than his parents - not that the bar was set very high. He merely remained leaned against the car, like an object as her mother pulled her inside, ignoring her own bodyguard who took a stand next to Nick.
- Bringing her back is gonna win you some points with the boss. - he took up a cigarette from his pocket, the sound of the lighter opening and working making Nick do the same.
- I don’t need any points from Bullet. - he shared the flame, inhaling the smoke for a few seconds.
- You’re gonna need them. You’re not his favourite or particularly in a favourite position.
- Aren’t you a bodyguard as well? - he stabled the cigarette in the middle of his index and ring finger, his eyes lingering over the window to see a glimpse of her speaking with her father.
- The guy before me was loyal and now dead. Can’t say much about the guy before you. - he shrugged. His eyes moved from the window to the bodyguard.
Nick wasn’t aware of who had been her bodyguard before hand. In his mind, she got one the moment she left her parents home and went to the penthouse - yet again, he wasn’t even sure if she had gone to the penthouse as her first home or if she had been somewhere else. Her CIA file was a mystery, so much was known of her academics, stellar ones at that, but when it came to her life, it was shrouded in mystery.
- She had another bodyguard?
- She’s had a bodyguard since she was born. She’s the boss’ kid. Birthday parties were particularly exhilarating.
- What happened with the other guy?
- Nothing good. - he put out the cigarette on the ground. - Kid ended up hurt and the boss wasn’t happy about it. The worse was ...
- Fowler! - the so called boss was standing by the door, interrupting the information he so needed to somehow get somewhere.
The man looked at him with pity, but not pity for his wounds or even the gunshot he was still hiding from his daughter. No, pity he wasn’t dead. That’s not how he dealt punishments and he had an eerie feeling that Nick Fowler was not one to settle down with beatings. Nick Fowler was a person you kill, not punish. Nevertheless, disappointed with the lack of lead he would’ve gotten, Nick followed the man inside the house.
- Where did she go to last night? - he asked the moment the door was closed behind him.
- I’m sorry, Mr. Bullet, but if you want to know you’ll have to ask her.
- I’m asking you.
- If she would willingly tell you, you wouldn’t be asking me. I owe your daughter my loyalty.
- You also owe her your life and if you wish to keep it, you’ll answer my question.
- I’d rather stick to my loyalty to her.
Nick Fowler was the person you kill. That was verified by the old mob boss the moment his body didn’t even flinch at the mention of death. Loyalty, perhaps he was loyal but he was yet to decide if that was true loyalty, if he was lying or if he was merely trying to spite him. He decided it could be a mix of both but if he were to remain any sort of connection with his already angry daughter; it would be best, if he didn’t act on it.
- Keep an eye on her. - his men opened the door for him, a clear signal he was no longer welcomed in the office.
However, he didn’t care. He needed to find out who this past bodyguard was and if he was alive. If he was alive, perhaps he’d have some information. Information was always easily obtained when dealing with weaker links and if he were alive after hurting Y/N, then he guessed he was now much weaker than he used to be. He walked through the living room, not interacting much with the boss’ wife and Y/N but looking through the staff surrounding them. Someone had to know something. His eyes settled on a particular maid who’d been eyeing him up with a sly smirk.
- He didn’t hit you too bad. - she finally approached him, something which caught Y/N’s attention. - Didn’t hurt your handsomeness a whole lot.
- Thank you, miss. - he gave her a debonair smile. - Not worse than the last guy.
- It seems all Miss Y/N’s bodyguards seem to get her affections. You wouldn’t want to be like him, sir.
- Nick. - Y/N walked up to him. - I wanna go home.
- There’s shattered glass everywhere, pet. Gonna get a cold.
- Dad said he got it fixed overnight and I’d like to go home.
- I see.
She stepped in front of him, acting almost as bratty as he expected any mob daughter to be. He followed her into the car, beating himself for missing yet another chance to get some information from the very long lost bodyguard who seemed to have gathered Y/N’s affection. She sat in the car with her arm crossed over her chest, the other one holding her phone to play yet another Taylor Swift song on the car. He was wondering if she ever listened to something else at this point.
- You didn’t have to act like a jealous brat. - he commented once they were deep in the road and she was three Taylor Swift songs in.
- I was not jealous. Merely redirecting your attention.
- It does seem you like to have your bodyguard’s full attention.
- Isn’t that what a bodyguard is supposed to do?
- You tell me, pet. - he kept his eyes on the road. - Everyone I ask says you particularly enjoy the attention.
- I hope you’re not talking about what I think you’re talking about.
- Now I know who you think about when you touch yourself at night.
- STOP THE CAR!
She moved her foot to stand on top of his, pushing on the breaks right in the middle of the Upper East Side - something which received a lot of honking from the cars behind them, but there was no stopping her, specially when she had placed her very pretty designer shoes right on top of his shoes. The car came to an abrupt stop and she opened the passenger door, joining the crowd in the streets of the Upper East. Fuck.
- Y/N, GET IN THE FUCKING CAR, NOW! - he yelled out, but she pretended not to hear him, instead continuing to walk as fast as those death trap shoes allowed her.
Nick hit the steering wheel, parking somewhere which was likely to get him ticked before getting out the car and following her. God help she fell down and scrapped her knee and he’d have another gun shot through him. It didn’t take much to catch up to her and once he did, he placed himself in front of her.
- I said get in the car, now. - his hand grabbed her upper arm.
- Or what?
- Or what? - oh, not only did she want to be a jealous spoiled little girl, she wanted to be a brat. Fine, Nick could deal with brats.
- Or I’ll put you over my shoulder and drag you kicking and screaming.
- You can’t do that.
- Try me. - he took a step further, looking down on her. - What’s it gonna be, pet? Because I’m okay with either way.
She huffed, turning around and following the path back to the car while Nick was behind her. How dare he? He couldn’t do that; she’d seen man get stabbed for merely touching her arm at her father’s meetings. Yet, it seemed Nick was barely afraid of any of those things happening. In all honesty, she even wondered if he was afraid of anything at this point. Still, it didn’t mean he could imply she slept with her staff. She would never take advantage of her position like that. She sat in the backseat, her seatbelt on as she stared out the window the whole time.
- Don’t you wanna put your Taylor Swift songs on?
- Fuck you, Nick. - she crossed her arms, starring at the streets blurry with the fast movements.
- You must have the wrong bodyguard, pet.
- It’s none of your business.
- Are you upset your innocence cover was blown? I wouldn’t be, it was obnoxious anyway.
She didn’t say a word, merely looking at him through the rear view mirror with a look which he was sure to never forget. It wasn’t offense, it wasn’t hurt, it was something different all entirely and she felt sick. She felt her heart and stomach drop and merely refused to speak. Her eyes slowly left the mirror to stare at her hands, her lips not parting for a single word all the way to the penthouse. Oddly enough, nothing had changed, there was no glass in the floor and it was if everything had never happened. She’d rather forget it and go to her bedroom which was what she did, leaving Nick to his devices.
He didn’t know the extent of what relationship she held with her last bodyguard; after all, she was always friendly and polite to all her staff. There was a reason why they all preferred to be with her rather than her father; yet, the maid’s words were running in his mind. He shouldn’t feel guilty for poking her for information but he found himself restless. She looked upset and that look was playing through his mind like a climatic scene of a black and white movie. He sighed, hand leaning on the counter before moving to grab a bowl out the cutlery cupboard. Taking the strawberry pieced ice cream from the freezer, he scooped whatever was left into the bowl, throwing the container in the bin before making his way up the stairs.
His hand pressed against her door, swinging it slowly to find her laying in bed reading Pride and Prejudice - a book he’d found her reading at least 20 times ever since they met. If she wasn’t reading it, she was watching all the possible adaptations and quoting every single line as if they were the bible. He guessed literature was her bible.
- What do you want? - she asked, not looking up from her book.
- Got you some ice cream. - Nick walked further into the room and placed the ice cream bowl on her bedside table.
- You could just apologise. - she struggled to find a better position in bed but refused to look him in the eye. - Would be easier.
- I’m not gonna apologise, pet. - he pushed her book down. - I think I should know of any scorned lovers of yours that may return to harm you.
- My ex bodyguard is not a scorned lover and if you think I’d abuse my position of power just because I can, I suggest you leave.
- Did I hit a sore spot? - he leaned against her pillow. - Come on, what did you do?
- Have you ever read Pride and Prejudice? - she closed her book, placing in on top of her lap.
- Do I look like the type of person who’d enjoy Jane Austen?
- I don’t know what kind of person you are, Nick. - she handed him the book. - But you may wanna read about Georgiana Darcy.
- Is that how you’re gonna give me answers? By making me read?
- That’s all I’m gonna tell you. - she grabbed another book from her nightstand, Les Liaisons Dangereuses. - You have a lot of reading to do.
Nick was intrigued, not because he had to read a book he’d avoided reading while at school but how well she could keep a secret. Perhaps the secret was not as mysterious as others painted it out to be, but it was always enthusing to see how well she dodged the questions. He didn’t know why he was surprised - she was a mob daughter after all. Nevertheless, he now had a very boring book to read or he could just easily search the name of the character and get done with it. He knew one thing; however, this bodyguard was certainly had done something - it was just the what, he didn’t know.
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Barrel of a .45
Title: Barrel of a .45
Pairing: Nick Fowler x F!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!
Word Count: 1,593
Tags: SMUT, gunplay, rivalry, spitting kink, held at gunpoint, unprotected sex, fingering (female receiving), pet names, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, implied oral sex (male receiving), Nick is kind of an arrogant asshole, begging, masturbation, fucking against a wall, fucking on a desk, explicit language, and I think that's it.
Written For: @kinktober2022, @anyfandomangstbingo, @anyfandomfluffbingo, @badthingshappenbingo, and @sebastianstanbingo
Square(s) Filled: Gun Play For Kinktober // N4 - Rivals For AFG Angst Bingo // G2 - Spy VS Spy For AFG Fluff Bingo // B2 - Held At Gunpoint For Bad Things Happen Bingo // B2 - Spitting Kink For Sebastian Stan Bingo
Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza
The familiar sound of a slide racking back and releasing echoes through the dimly lit room. You already know who it is before you turn around. It's him.
It's always him.
"I was starting to think you weren't going to show."
Nick takes two steps toward you, the clicking of his dress shoes reverberating off of the walls around you. He moves into the light and you hate that your heart hammers against your chest. It's not because you think he's intimidating, no, you were confident you could take him in a fight.
It's because he's beautiful.
You put your hands on your hips and he smirks at you. "What and miss a chance at seein' you, sweetheart? You know I can't pass that up."
His tone teeters on the edge of truth and sarcasm and his stupid little nickname for you shouldn't have the effect on you that it does.
"Save it, Fowler," you scoff. "Just hand over the flash drive so I can leave."
Nick tilts his head slightly and moves even closer into your space. You're nearly toe to toe and it takes more willpower than you care to admit to keep from looking him up and down.
"Ah, yes, the flash drive…see, I could give it to you," his fingertips brush your cheek and you flinch away, "but what do I get out of this, hm?"
"You get to walk out of here alive. I won't ask you again. Give it to me."
His smile widens, "you don't look like you're in much of a position to be makin' threats, sweetheart."
It's then you realize that he's backed you into a wall. You instinctively reach for your holster, but he anticipates that and catches your wrist.
"Ah, ah, ah…not so fast, Y/N." The barrel of his gun tilts your head back as it rests under your chin. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
He pins your wrist above your head with his free hand and you try to squirm out of his hold.
"Let…go…of me!"
He chuckles and shoves his leg between your thighs, and the way your breath hitches doesn't go unnoticed.
"I don't think you mean that, sweetheart." Nick's eyes dance over you, taking in your flushed skin, heavy breathing, and the wet spot on his leg; he knows exactly what he's doing to you. "I think," he leans down to whisper in your ear, "you secretly enjoy our little rendezvous."
His knee grazes your clit and you gasp. "You can tell me it's not true, but your body doesn't lie, Y/N."
"Fuck you!"
Nick pushes the barrel deeper against your skin and hovers his lips just above yours. "If you really want me to stop then just say the word, baby…But I think you want this just as bad as I do."
His kiss is fierce and dominating and combined with the friction from his knee and the way the end of his gun bites into your skin you can't help but moan into his mouth.
Nick trails the barrel along the column of your throat and over one of your nipples and you buck your hips when his teeth scrape along your jaw.
"I knew you wanted me, princess. You hide it well, but when the CIA trains you to read people, well, you pick up on things easier than the average person."
"Just shut up and fuck me!"
The hand that's holding your wrists grabs your chin, "not with a smart mouth like that I won't. Come on, what's the magic word, Y/N?"
His tone is both condescending and playful and you hate that you love it. God, it's infuriating how the rivalry you two share does nothing to avert the thick sexual tension you've always had.
Now that your hands are free, you try to reach for his pockets to find what you came here for, but he surprises you again and returns the gun to your neck. His trigger finger rests on the slide as he runs it up the side of your face and across your parted lips.
"Stop trying to figure a way out of this, and do as you're told." He watches your eyes narrow and continues, "if you want something from me, then you have to ask me nicely."
"I want the damn flash drive, Fowler!"
"And I'll give it to you." His knee bumps your clit again and this time you gasp. "I'll also fix your other problem too, but you have to say please."
You don't want to. God, you don't want to give in, but your arousal is starting to cloud your judgment. You try moving again but it only adds to the delicious pressure against your core.
"Y/N. I can feel how wet you are. You're making a mess all over my pants, baby. I know you wanna do it." He dips his head down and grazes his teeth along the shell of your ear, "say it." He whispers.
God, you can't take it anymore!
"Please! Fuck…just please fuck me!"
"Now, was that so hard?" He smirks and holsters his gun. "I knew you could be a good girl for me."
Good girl … Those two words should be a crime coming out of his mouth. You finally give in and whimper when his fingers replace his knee.
"Nick… please!"
"Oh, we're on a first-name basis now too? Baby, I would have fucked you sooner if I knew how pretty my name sounded coming out of that pretty little mouth."
You let out a long, needy moan as he moves your panties to the side and shoves two of his fingers into your soaked cunt. He fucks them in and out of you quickly while he sucks and bites at the skin below your ear.
"Is this what you wanted, princess? My thick fingers stuffing your greedy little hole. See what happens when you're good? Good girls get rewarded."
"Fuck, please…please just make me cum!"
"Not yet, Y/N," he pulls his hand away and brings them to your lips. "Clean these off for me, and you'll get what you want, baby."
You close your lips around his fingers and roll your tongue over them. Nick's eyes darken, his other hand pushing your skirt above your hips.
"Mmm, you look so good with something in your mouth. Next time I want these pretty, pink lips wrapped around my cock."
"Nick, I swear if you don't fuck me right now-"
He grabs your throat and pushes your head back, "you better watch your tone, sweetheart, or I'll have to make you." His other hand shoves his dress pants and boxers down until they're pooling at his ankles.
"On second thought, maybe I should fuck the attitude out of you."
He grabs himself at the base and slides the tip between your folds making you shudder.
"Bet you'd like that wouldn't you? Being fucked so deep until you're a drooling, babbling mess."
Whatever sassy remark you had ready to fire back at him is gone as soon as he snaps his hips up, filling you completely. Nick picks you up and uses his weight to push you against the wall and you swear it makes him go deeper.
"Oh, fuck!"
He doesn't go easy on you, fucking you so hard and fast that you see stars. The already burning arousal in your core erupts into a blazing inferno and the euphoric feeling of him inside you is nothing you've ever felt before.
Nick pulls out of you and turns around with you still wrapped around his waist. You don't even have time to complain about the empty feeling because in the next second he pushes everything off the desk behind you, lies you down, and shoves himself back inside of you.
He plants his left hand beside your head and grips your throat with the other, pistoning his hips at an impossible pace while you cry out for more.
"That's right, scream for me. Take me fuckin' deeper, princess."
His hand moves from around your neck to cradle your cheek, his thumb putting pressure on your lower lip.
"Open."
You part your lips and watch as a trail of spit falls into your mouth. He collects a small amount that landed on your chin and presses it onto your tongue.
"Swallow."
You suck on the pad of his finger and your eyes roll back when his flared tip grazes your spot.
"Fuck, what a good fucking girl…look at you, sweetheart. Such a pretty sight seeing you laid out underneath me, all pliant and dumb from my cock. Are you gonna cum, Y/N? Gonna cum all over for me?"
You nod and reach down to rub your clit, your eyes watery from the intensity of your approaching release.
"Nick! Oh, my fu- oh, god!"
"Yeah, rub that fucking clit, princess. Make this tight, little pussy cum on my cock."
Your back arches off the desk and with one final flick of your wrist you tumble over the edge into bliss.
Nick grunts and shouts as your walls flutter around him, his release seconds after yours.
You're still shaking as he cleans up and tucks himself back into his dress pants. Nick reaches into his pocket and tosses a small silver flash drive onto your heaving chest.
"A deals a deal, sweetheart. I'm sure we'll see each other again." He smirks, his eyes are still dark with authority and lust.
"And next time I wanna fuck that filthy mouth of yours."
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a taste of danger - nick fowler and sierra six x reader
Plot: It was just supposed to be an ordinary mission - Y/N was sent out by her boyfriend, mob boss Nick Fowler to find Sierra Six, charm him and throw him off their scent. Little did she know though, that her meeting with Six would change everything.
Pairing: MobBoss!Nick Fowler x Female!Reader and Agent!Sierra Six x Female!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Please! This is a dark fic. Mentions of abuse and violence against the reader, manipulation, smut (fingering and masturbation), some dub/non-con and SA, possessive behaviour, degradation, threats of violence and death, blood, alcohol and Nick Fowler, because that man is a warning all on his own. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know.
Notes: I love both Ryan and Sebastian, AND Six and Nick, so ever since I saw The Gray Man, I thought of Nick and Six interacting and their dynamic, so here we are! Even though they don’t meet in this...yet? This fic took me forever to write, and I hope you like it!
Not beta-d, so all mistakes are my own. Also credit to my best friend @staticscreenwriting for my dividers.
Adjusting the hem of her dress and rechecking her lipstick in the mirror, Y/N’s gaze flickers to the door once again. Hopefully Sierra Six comes in soon, and then she can get this over with and go home. Her boyfriend Nick asked her…well, more like ordered her to go find Six and charm him, because his investigation was getting a little too close to home. Y/N doesn’t know exactly what Nick is so worried about Six finding out, but she learned a long time ago to stop asking too many questions about Nick’s job. All she knows is that Nick is a mob boss, the head of a powerful group of people. If Six found them, Nick and his business would be in a lot of danger. So Nick sent her out to charm six and throw him off the scent, turning his head just enough for all the evidence to disappear. And the whole time, Nick is the puppet master, controlling everything. Nick told her to use her…feminine charms on Six, because in his words, any hot-blooded male would be foolish to not go for her. It’s why her lipstick choice is bright red, and why her dress is cut in just the right way to show enough cleavage and leg.
Sighing, Y/N fiddles awkwardly with her fingers. She loves Nick, of course she does, and she’d do anything to make him happy. But she’s just so tired of all of this. Of the scheming, the threats, the fear of someone trying to find her or Nick for some kind of retribution. Not to mention being treated like an object by everyone, including Nick. Deep down, Y/N’s wanted out of this lifestyle for a long time. Sometimes, she likes to imagine having a normal life. One not stained by blood, and one that’s full of love, rather than fear. In all honesty, she wants the ideal life: the perfect house with the picket fence, marriage, and maybe even kids. But she knows it’s foolish to dream of that, because it’ll never come true. The mob is her life, and it will be forever.
Besides, there's no way she could ever leave. She’s been with Nick and the mob ever since the beginning, when Nick saved her from a life on the streets. The mob life is all she knows. And by this point, she’s too closely intertwined with the mob, and she’s seen too much. Despite how much Nick tells her he loves her and warns the others that she’s off limits, she knows he’d be the first one ordering her to be killed before she got too far. Although she’s given most of her life to Nick (and by extension, the mob), she means nothing to them. It hurts, but it’s just the way they work. Suddenly, the door opens once more, and Y/N notices Six walking in. Showtime. As he sits down at the bar and orders a drink, Y/N braces herself and walks over to him, trying to ignore her stomach twisting with anxiety. Hopefully, this works. For everyone’s sake.
“Is that seat taken?” She asks, hoping her voice sounds alluring enough. Six grunts something in agreement, and she takes a seat, adding a “Thanks, handsome.” Nick used to love it when she spoke to him like that, but now, he barely looks at her. Well, unless he wants something from her, like this mission. Ordering a glass of wine, she can feel Six’s eyes on her immediately. Even though she knows it’s part of the job, being stared at like she’s a piece of meat never stops making her uncomfortable. “So, why is a handsome guy like you all alone on a Saturday night?” She turns to face Six as she asks the question. And as soon as she meets his blue eyes, her breath catches in her throat. God, this man is fucking gorgeous. Her eyes move even lower, to the muscles bulging through his suit jacket. This mission might be harder than she thought.
“Well, I just needed a break. And besides, I’m not alone, am I? You’re here now.” His comment makes them both chuckle, and Six clinks his beer bottle with her wine glass. Immediately, Y/N feels more at ease, just by being around Six, despite Nick’s warnings about him. Of course, she knows Nick is definitely not a saint. Yet with the way Nick spoke about Six, she thought he was worse, some kind of monster, a villain who came to destroy their happiness, and has to be stopped at all costs. In fact, he seems to be the exact opposite. As time goes on, they keep chatting to one another, and for a moment, Y/N forgets why she’s actually there. In fact, she could stay and talk to Six for hours, not to throw him off the scent, but to get to know him better. In a way, it stops being a job for her. But even though she wants to get closer to Six, Y/N knows she has to do what she came here for.
“So….” She trails off, leaning in closer and batting her eyelashes. “How about you and I get out of here and get to know each other better?” Six looks her up and down, and Y/N thinks he’s about to take her up on her offer. To her disappointment, though, Six shakes his head and gets up, muttering something about how busy he is, and how he has to go. Y/N watches him as he goes, wondering if she should follow him and try to charm him more before everything falls apart, and before her life as she knows it is destroyed. Yet, Y/N doesn’t move, and continues to watch him leave. Because deep down, she knows there’s nothing else she can do. Besides, if she kept trying to convince Six to spend time with her, he would probably find it suspicious, and that would do more harm than good for both of them.
With another sigh, Y/N turns back to the bartender and orders another glass of wine.
After another few drinks, Y/N leaves the bar. Her mind is full of anxiety the entire walk back as she wonders how the hell she can explain to Nick what happened, and why she failed at her mission. Hopefully, he somehow takes it well, even though she knows he’s going to be pissed. And there’s nothing scarier than a pissed off Nick Fowler. When Nick’s mad, it’s almost as if he snaps, and becomes a completely different person, even more dangerous than he is usually. So, she’s fucked.
Suddenly, she hears footsteps behind her, and her heart rate picks up. At first, she thinks (or rather, hopes) it’s Nick, sending someone to pick her up and see how she did. But she knows that’s not his style. Nick likes things a little more subtle. He’s not the type to do things so publicly. Her pace quickens, as does the person behind her. So the only explanation is that someone is following her. Warily, she clenches her fist together, trying to remember the self-defence training Nick taught her. Before she can do anything, however, someone grabs her, dragging her into a nearby alleyway. She tries to scream, but her assailant covers her mouth with their hand. As she is slammed against a wall, Y/N’s leg flies out, striking her assailant in the leg. It’s only until she hears an:
“Ah, fuck!” That she realises who it is.
“Six?” she frowns, her voice muffled by his hand from her mouth. Groaning, Six removes his hand, and his blue eyes are soon back on her. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why were you following me?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” He huffs. “Like why you, the girlfriend of the mob boss Nick Fowler, were flirting with me and trying to get me to leave with you?” When her brows furrow, and she asks:
“How did you-?” Six laughs. He looks over her once more, his concentrated gaze making her shiver. He is really hot.
“Please, I’m a CIA agent. What do you expect? I’ve been tracking you and your boyfriend for a long time. So again, tell me why you were following me. Are you that unhappy in your relationship? Am I your little piece on the side? Or is it because you and your boyfriend know that I’ve been tracking him, and he sent you out here to stop me rather than facing me himself?” Shit. Y/N feels the heat on her cheeks building. She opens her mouth to reply, but can’t find the words. “Well? Answer me.” Six demands, his forceful voice making the heat on her cheeks deepen as she feels the familiar feelings of arousal building. Oh god. This can’t be happening. Not here, not ever.
“My romantic life is none of your concern.” She snaps, hoping it’s enough to get him to back off. Unsurprisingly, though, Six continues his onslaught.
“That’s what you’re most worried about? Come on. Just tell me the truth, and I won’t hurt you.”
“What, you think I’m scared of you? Because I’m not.” She hisses. “Do what you want.” Six shrugs.
“Fine. In that case, when your boyfriend and his associates come to get you, I’ll be waiting for them.”
“No!” she gasps suddenly, immediately regretting it. Six raises a brow, and she sighs. “Fine. I’m here to tell you to stay away from Nick Fowler and his associates before you get hurt. Trust me, he’s a dangerous man, and you don’t want to cross him.”
“I can’t do that. He’s done a lot of bad things, and hurt a lot of innocent people.”
“And you haven’t either? I’ve heard about the shit you pulled.” Six rolls his eyes.
“That was part of the job. Besides, why are you defending him so much?”
“Because I love him! I’m sorry that you don’t understand that feeling.” She hisses. When she sees Six’s face fall slightly in reaction to her comment, a part of her feels bad. Yet, the change in his expression is gone almost as soon as she notices it. She studies his face closely in the dim light. Even with the lack of light, he is gorgeous. Nick told her that Six is her enemy, but something about him is alluring to her. “Sorry.” She murmurs. “You just need to trust me and stay away from us both.”
“For your own safety or for mine?” Six asks. Honestly, Y/N doesn’t know the answer to that question. However, Six must notice something register in her expression, so his facial expression softens slightly. “Are you okay? Is he hurting you? Is that why I have to stay away?”
“Oh my god, please fucking stop with the twenty questions! Just leave us alone!” She orders. But Six still continues to stare at her, increasing Y/N’s anger. Why won’t he just listen and leave her alone?
“You know, if he’s doing something to you, I can’t sit by and let him do it. I can see it in your face. You’re terrified.” Even though, deep down, Y/N is grateful for his concern, and she knows he could probably keep her safe for a while, it won’t help him against Nick Fowler. Six can’t get involved with her. It’s too dangerous. The last thing she wants is his blood on her hands. So, when Six asks if she’s sure that she’s okay, Y/N nods. She can tell that he doesn’t believe her, but it’s better than the alternative. “Look, at least let me tell you where to find me if you need help.”
“Are you insane?! How the hell is that going to help? What if Nick finds it?” She demands. “Look, I know you want to help, and I appreciate you looking out for me, but I don’t need it. Besides, I need to go. He’ll get suspicious if I’m gone too long.” She turns to go, but Six grabs her arm, pulling her back to him. Before she can say anything, he pulls her close, tenderly kissing her lips. When he stops kissing her, she angrily slaps him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! You can’t do that!”
“I know, I’m sorry.” Six mumbles. “You’re just so beautiful, and something about you is alluring to me, despite how much danger it could put us in. I know I shouldn’t, but I want to be with you, and make sure you’re safe.”
“Yeah, you should be sorry.” Still though, her mind fills with conflicted thoughts. Despite how angry she is at Six, she can’t deny how good the kiss was, and how much it makes her entire body tingle. Nick never makes her feel like this. So cared for, so protected...so loved. She feels her desire grow. This time, it's a desire for Six. “And I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.” She murmurs, before kissing him back, this time even harder and deeper. She knows it’s wrong, but Six kisses her with such love and tenderness, so much more than Nick, and in that moment, she wants to stay with him. Six’s hands tangle in her hair, and she wraps hers around his waist.
“Come with me.” Six whispers. Even though she’s starting to want to, Y/N shakes her head.
“I can’t. We’re both from two different worlds.”
“I’ll find you.”
“Please don’t look for me. Trust me Six, you don’t want to save me.” And then, with one last peck on his lips, Y/N goes.
When she gets home, Y/N tries her best to sneak back to her bedroom with no one noticing her. On the way, she thinks of Six, and her heart and body continue to ache for him. As she thinks about him, the pleasure between her thighs returns, and her pussy tingles. But it’s okay. She’s almost back to safety, and then she can deal with this and pretend it never happened. Even though Six has probably already tracked her location, and will no doubt have agents sat outside within the hour.
“There you are! I was wondering where you got to.” Nick’s voice sounds. Immediately, Y/N stops, her blood running cold.
“Nick! I thought you were in a meeting!” She gasps. Oh shit, shit, shit. Nick raises an eyebrow at her confusion.
“Don’t be silly. I had to come see my best girl after her first mission.” He steps forward, planting a kiss on her forehead. His kisses definitely aren’t the same as Six’s. “How did it go?” He asks with a grin.
“It seems like he’s going to back off.” She lies, hoping that Nick doesn’t pick up on the lie. Or at least…that she only hopes Six is backing off, even though she knows he definitely isn’t going to.
“Good girl.” Yet, despite her telling him what he wanted to hear, Nick frowns. “Something’s different about you.” He murmurs.
“Oh. Really? How so?” Y/N asks, trying to play it cool, trying to play it cool, despite the fear running through her veins. Nick’s eyes scan her body curiously, causing Y/N to let out a small gasp despite her attempts to seem calm, and her heart rate rises.
“I think there’s something you’re not telling me.”
“Nick, I swear to you there’s nothing I’m hiding from you.” She insists.
“You really expect me to believe that?” Nick scoffs. “I can smell him all over you. What happened?”
“Nothing! We just talked and kissed. That’s all, I swear.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me.” Nick hisses. Without another word, His hand disappears up her skirt, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her underwear. Y/N quivers, and Nick tuts. “I thought so. Your pussy is dripping wet, you filthy whore.”
“I’m sorry.” Y/N whimpers.
“Not good enough.” Nick tuts, grabbing her chin and turning her face to face him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He orders. “What is it? Am I not good enough for you anymore? Do you not want me? Is it Six you want?” As he interrogates her, he keeps rubbing his finger along her underwear. Feeling herself getting wetter by the moment, Y/N gasps. “Answer me.”
“No.” She whispers. A slap hits her cheek, and she winces.
“Louder.”
“No.” She repeats.
“No, what?” He hisses. When she doesn’t reply right away, he pulls down her underwear and slips his finger inside, causing her to yelp slightly. “Answer me.”
“No, Nick. It’s you I want.” She insists. “It’s always been you.” Yet, despite her insistence, Nick continues to question her.
“You think you can just leave after all this? After everything I’ve done? I saved you from a life in the gutter, because I love you, and this is how you repay me?” His grip on her tightens, and Y/N yelps in pain, but Nick continues. “Who do you think pays for your good lifestyle and your little shopping sprees, you little whore? Because it’s not him.” He increases his speed, and Y/N writhes and moans under his grasp. As the sensation of Nick’s hot breath against her skin continues, she bites down hard, trying to quiet the beast threatening to erupt from within her. “You want to leave me, but who’s the one exciting you and pleasuring you? It’s me. You need me, don’t you?”
“Yes Nick. I do.” Her voice comes out as a strained squeak, and Nick chuckles. She clutches his arm, signifying to him that she’s close. Nick smirks. “Nick, I’m going to….” Y/N gasps but is cut off as she finally comes. She lets out a scream of pleasure, one so loud it almost shakes the walls of the building. And the whole time, Nick watches her. Once she’s done, he lets go, and she falls to the floor with an ‘oof’. Nick stays standing, staring down at her as if she’s nothing more than a piece of garbage he’d scrape off his shoe.
“Remember, I own you Y/N. You’re mine. The only way you’re getting out of here is in a fucking body bag. Do you understand me?” Suddenly finding herself unable to speak, Y/N nods. Nick chuckles. “But if you want it, then that can certainly be arranged. And I’ll see to it that agent friend of yours joins you.” Y/N knows he’s not joking. “Go tidy yourself up.” Nick orders. “We have guests coming.” He walks past her, disappearing down the hallway. As soon as he’s gone, Y/N starts sobbing.
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My Skin On Yours
pairing: bodyguard!Nick Fowler x Reader
concept: You're in the bathtub when your bodyguard comes looking for something sweet.
word count: 2.1k
warnings:NSFW/18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI; flirting, maladaptive daydreaming, fingering (reader), unprotected sex,clit play,kitchen smut, bathtub smut,
a/n: I owe a huge thanks to my dears @s-tarksintern & @commonintrest for continually checking my work and making sure it makes sense.
Thanks to the lovely @fluffyprettykitty for making this moodboard for me. (355 stills by the amazing @sgt-seabass)
Line dividers by @firefly-graphics
I apologize if some mistakes appear in my English, as it is my third language.
Masterlist
While listening to the running faucet behind you, you start to feel your shoulders sag with stress and relaxation. The day had been filled with a lot of anxiety.
There was just one thing that was making you anxious.
Nick Fowler, your bodyguard.
Your father hired him to keep an eye on you, the mafia world was not the safest place and yet why did he make you feel safe? His watchful gaze made you burn with desire. He looked like a God and his body was an art piece that was meant to be admired.
But there was something dark in his eyes, he had been in this lifestyle of yours for far too long. You rationalized it to him being your bodyguard, surely he has seen some things that you yourself avoided.
With the water feeling like fingers, it made its way over your neck, shoulders, and then hips, pressing and kneading the more it reached out and cascaded over your thighs, calves, and toes. Removing every ounce of fatigue that took a hold in your body.
His eyes were ablaze with fire as he walked around your mansion looking for you.
You talked a lot and stood your ground on certain issues in your lifestyle. With your bathroom light lit up, it illuminated the dark and empty house. With everyone preoccupied for the night He took advantage of that.
A fire burned in his chest as he saw how perfectly you were laid in the water. As if you were his alone to see. The bubbles curled around your body beautifully, like gold dripping down your body. The steam that fogs up the mirror adds to his perception of how angelic you look. His to taint, his to feel, his, and his alone.
He longs to feel himself on your skin again and again.
The water and its air were fragrant with salts and sweet-smelling things reminiscent of tea, resulting in a deep, desaturated pinkish hue.
As you closed your eyes, you could only smell a spicy male scent floating around the room. You couldn’t escape the smell. You knew who the scent belonged to. That man managed to take over your life the moment you met him.
Nick watched you. Desired you. Craved you. Now here was his chance. Who would deny him a touch of the flame?
You dreamed about him. You could feel his hands on you just like that night in the kitchen.
You were rummaging through the top cupboard, not noticing the man's fascination with your dress. It seemed like wherever you went, he was always within two feet of you. Another day coming from the park was no exception.
Nick crept up behind you with his hands in his pockets, standing at the base of the stool.
"What are you looking for up there?" He asked quietly. You jumped and squealed, clapping your hand to your mouth as soon as you did; he couldn't hide his smile, pleased to see you following his orders. It won't be long before he can be the reason for your screams. He loved to tease you until you became a mess of emotions.
As you whirled around to face him, you mumbled "I was searching for something sweet."
Your body was begging for his touch, but you were frightened. You knew that having someone close to you was not what you wanted in your life. It was a heavy price to pay but you couldn’t risk someone getting hurt because of you or your fathers business.
When you start to climb down the stool, Nick stands his ground and looks up at you. He holds out his right hand until you look into his crystal blue eyes. Those eyes that you dream of having on your body.
You took your hand in his and he shifted back a little allowing you room to come down.
As soon as you dropped to the ground, he wrapped his right hand around your back and pulled your bodies together. You gasped as they connected. This is what you were dreaming of, to connect with him body-to-body.
As if you hadn't seen it coming, Nick chuckled to himself. Grounding his hips against yours, he reaches up to stroke your jaw.
"But, Nick!" you replied.
'Shhh,' he whispered as he kissed you, kissing you until you forgot what you'd planned on saying. Holding his hands to either side of your face, Nick eased your lips apart while he stroked his tongue along yours.
"That's right, love," he purred, brushing the hair out of your face and resting his fingers seductively on your collarbone. "Don’t treat me as your bodyguard, rather treat me as the one taking care of your needs."
It was all about the way he made you feel as you gazed into his seductive eyes, trying to make a decision despite the fact that there was only one thing on your mind; you wanted him. You would regret it later, but there was nothing else on your mind, but the way he made you feel.
From your tongue to his lips, your words flow effortlessly
In response to your look, Nick kissed you again. This time, it was long, slow, and sultry. He stroked your jaw with his fingertips and adjusted your head for better angles.
His arms encircled your body, lifting you into the air without breaking their kiss. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, you rocked across his chest, climbing up into his arms and then climbing down onto his hard cock.
He spun you both until he had backed you up to the kitchen island. Nick set you down, bringing you as close to the edge as possible. Grabbing your hair at the back of your head, Nick gripped it, forcing you to look into his eyes.
Your eyes widened in surprise pleasure as he slipped his fingers into your underwear and right into your soaking pussy. "Shhh," Nick whispered softly with his lips on you as he commanded you with his eyes.
You only ever dreamed of having him. You saw the burning desire in his eyes for you.
Despite being so near to having Nick that night, the fire went out. The other guards walked into the kitchen. You saw the fire settle down as you leapt off and saw Nick adducting himself. Trying to say something, you told him it was time to leave and ran outside.
The experience with him is all you need. He was your safety net and was so close to being there.
You closed your eyes and let every other sense roll around in the experience of his fingers roaming around your body. The feeling of his fingers was one you could feel as you reached toward your own pussy.
You felt hot and dreamed of this reality as you entered.
Thinking about how special that day could have been if he were the only one. Just him.
The feeling of his fingertips expertly manipulating your peaks and his heavenly tongue winding its way along your slick neck was nothing short of incredible. You allowed every other sense to take in the experience.
It's impossible to get over the body of yours, I could get lost in a heartbeat
He stepped up to the bath and decided he would take you at this time. He had his flame in front of him and he wanted to set you up in pleasure. He watched you play and when he saw your fingers curling up to your pussy, he took the chance.
He eyed you suspiciously with one hand gripping your hip, the other leaning against the tub. He reached up and down to touch your pussy.
You were daydreaming when you saw his eyes, feeling and imagining him. You thought you were becoming a part of him. It was as if he was touching you.
Suddenly, Nick plunged his fingers into the water and discovered your folds. He had you in the palms of his hands and could not let you go with his molten fingers and gaze. You turned around and saw that this was not a dream but the dream had turned true at that very moment.
“What are you doing here Nick?” You watched him as he undressed.
While pulling his blue sweater over his head and dropping it next to his pants, Nick hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer shorts, never breaking eye contact with you.
He whispers to you, he was having what was supposed to be his, lain sweetly fresh for him to consume into his body.
As he walks up to the tub again, he asks you, "How did it feel to have my fingers? "
The molten gaze of that man compelled you into obedience. Without words, he told you what he wanted. His tightening of the lips and narrowing of the eyes revealed his authority. If you did not obey him, you would suffer the consequences.
Seeing him step into the tub and pull you onto his lap, you were shocked. Here you are having your bodyguard naked in the tub. You looked around in case anyone was home. Nick grasped your face and told you that no one was home, so you could scream in peace.
Neither of you said a word when his free hand slid through your drenched folds again.
He swallowed your gasp as soon as he made contact with your sensitive nub, all the while pinching and swirling your clit as his tongue dueled with yours.
Splashing waves engulf the tub until there is little water left, but before you can protest Nick has his hands in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck, and your words are lost in a moan.
Every nerve in your body was pulsing, and you knew you were at the edge of the abyss. He felt your hips rising and falling as each wave of heat passed through you.
He continued to thrust his fingers into your depths as his thumb continued to beat maddeningly. You felt him thrust twice more and you were falling as a mixture of heat and euphoria swept over you.
As you ascended from the high, you felt his strong arms encircling and lifting you. You weren't even aware of your back meeting the top of the tub until his length was circling and teasing your core.
As he brought you near, he took your nipple into his mouth, abused it with his teeth, and then thrust his length into you.
The fullness of him put you on your back, and you could hear his tongue licking the drops of sweat from your hollow throat, "I've never wanted to fuck anyone this badly."
Every powerful thrust into you pushed you closer to completion, as the coils within you tightened.
As his scent permeated your senses, his power of silence flinched in your ear, he poured out his powerful presence into you, weaving a flame bond. You didn't need to be able to see him to know that he consumed you, you flourished from his demands.
He ruined any chance you had of finding pleasure in any man. The high of that was gone after you had a filling with him.
The bruises Nick leaves tomorrow will show up, but now you're enjoying and almost painfully tight around his cock. The stunning eyes he has looking into you are nearly impossible to ignore.
As you grasped his shoulders and screamed, you both felt his movements quicken and stagger. You felt his shaft harden further as he slipped his finger down where they met, squeezing your torsos together as the maddening pattern threw you over the edge.
After a few minutes, you both stayed like that, riding out your highs. When you both turned to look at each other, your breathing was still loud and heavy, you giggled as you cupped his face.
Both of you remained in that state for a few minutes as you rode out your highs. When you both looked at each other, still breathing loudly and heavy, you giggled as you cupped his face.
"I am yours Nick." you whispered smiling and he hummed. "I know. I found my perfect sweet treat," he admitted, and you laughed.
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Hey there. I was just rereading your series, Boys in Bed with Books. I absolutely love all of them and was wondering if I could request one for Johnny Storm?! If not, that is okay. Thanks
Boys in Bed with Books (8)- Johnny Storm
Pairing: Johnny Storm x reader
Word Count: 466
Summary: You distract Johnny while he's reading in bed.
Author's Note: Thank you for this fun request sweets and thanks for your patience! Hope you enjoy! Have a lovely day! Hugs! 🥰I'm so happy to revisit this series! This is my first time writing for Johnny and it was so fun! I also have a Boys in Bed with Books planned for Ari Levinson, Nick Fowler and maybe even Vampire!Bucky. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! Divider by my sweet friend Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you love💕
Warnings: flirty fun, cursing, oral (male rec), smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Mini-Series Masterlist
“Johnny?”
You stand at the foot of the bed with your hands on your hips and wait. He’s sitting up against the headboard, his towel still loosely wrapped around his waist and his focus elsewhere.
“Hello! Earth to Johnny!”
“Wha?” he mutters, pulling his gaze away from the book in his hands.
“You’re really enjoying my romance novel huh?” you tease as you crawl onto the bed.
His eyes instantly darken and you can already feel the heat radiating off his skin.
“Have you been standing there this whole time?” he asks with a lopsided smirk.
“Maybe,” you simper and crawl up his body and onto his lap.
Your fingers dance through the soft hair that lines his chest, still damp from his shower.
“You didn’t answer my question,” you fuss as you toy with the towel.
He let’s out a small gasp when you loosen the fabric, dragging your nails lower and along the trail of hair below his belly button.
“Yea, uh. It’s pretty good…just a little unrealistic.”
“What does that mean?” you ask, stilling your movements and furrowing your brows.
“Guys really aren’t like this!” he counters with a smirk.
You bring your attention back to what’s between his legs.
“Uh huh. Maybe so…but it’s not like a girl can’t appreciate a chivalrous, dominant but also caring man.”
“No one is that perfect,” he scoffs playfully. “Except maybe…”
“You.” The word comes out of your mouth before he can finish his thought and his eyes sparkle with mischief.
“You read my mind,” he croons. “I am pretty close to perfect.”
You hum and take him in your hand, squeezing lightly before rubbing along his hardening length.
“I know something that’s perfect,” you murmur, continuing your ministrations.
“I’m trying to read you know,” he breathes out, his long lashes fluttering against his cheeks.
“You can keep reading,” you purr with a demure lift of your shoulders.
Your tongue traces your lips as you brush your thumb over the tip of his cock and then lift the wet digit to your mouth. You suck it clean and smile when you hear his low “fuck baby.”
“I’m not really fulfilling that alpha dominant male role right now, am?” he whispers as his teeth find his bottom lip to stifle a moan.
“I love to see you fall apart for me Johnny,” you answer as you dip your head.
The book falls from his fingers before they dig into the sheets, his grip tight enough to turn his knuckles white.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good after this,” he moans, the words broken between his pants.
You suck him hard before lifting your head and gazing at him through your lashes.
“I’m counting on it,” you hum. “But for now, just shut the fuck up and enjoy.”
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